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TMNT - Sparring Love

by tannim

December 1, 2009

Splinter nudged his student in the back "Straighten up, Raphael. You must remain ready and loose for that defensive position. You are about to receive a heavy downward blow from from Donatello's Bo. Your body must catch it and roll back and redirect it back at him."

"Yes, Sensei." Raphael muttered while holding both sai's at his side.

In front of him, Donatello waited, leaning on his bo. Raphael was really off his game lately and had been knocked down by the staff easily the past three attacks. Ever since Raphael had gotten beaten by a simple foot soldier robot he'd been a wimp. It hadn't even been his fault, though the turtle seemed unable to accept that. The gas in the chamber had seriously sapped his strength. The others had been able to beat their opponents, but THEY had had gas masks on and their muscles hadn't turned to jello due to lack of oxygen and toxic gas.

Donatello straightened up himself at a nod from Master Splinter and raised his bo. The weapon's heavy wooden length held in the middle at first as Don rushed his brother. He swung left first, which Raph managed to defend as usual. Donatello stepped back as he turned and brought the right end down, then jerked up as Raphael caught it in the gap of his left sai. A quick jerk down disarmed the turtle and a simple kick knocked him down from there.

Splinter shook his head, it was not the first time a turtle had lost his confidence, he knew it wouldn't be the last. Each time it happened though, they became useless in combat until they got it back. The rat helped his student up and sat him down before turning to Donatello.

"Thank you, you and the others will have to go out tonight without Raphael." He looked at his beaten student and back. "For a few days perhaps. We shall see how he handles some private training."

"Yes, Sensei." Donatello replied.

"We shall train in the woods just outside the city." Splinter paused, then added. "You should still have the sewer tunnels to get there marked."

"We all know the way by now."

The turtle hurried away to tell the others while Splinter gathered supplies from the kitchen and his den. When he had a good sized pack he came back to find Raphael thrusting his sai's at a training dummy. The dummy was bouncing hard as it was struck, which meant he was simply hitting it instead of attacking it in any meaningful or skillful way.

"Raphael!" The rat called sharply.

"Yes, Ma... Ooomf!" Raph grunted and caught the heavy pack that had been tossed to him. "What is IN this thing?"

"Everything we will need for the training. Come, we must hurry to get you back to yourself." Splinter didn't wait for his student to answer him. He simply hurried away. Raphael had to struggle to get it on and follow at the same time. Like the others, he knew where they were going. But he hadn't had to stay there long himself. The last time had been when Michelangelo had been lost for love to some hologram of Shredder's design. The thing had nearly brainwashed him with it's hypnotic eyes and voice. Raph shook his head and muttered to himself. "Did I really become THAT bad?"

*****

Raphael looked around the glade. It was a pleasant day. Cloudy, but dry. The clouds kept the weather cool. Trees were all around with a sewer exit heading to see along a cliff at the end of the glade. The grass and plants were maintained by the city's park and forestry department to make sure access to the sewer was possible. The trees were all in good shape, and provided complete protection from anything but wild animals spying on them. All in all, it was a very peaceful and pretty place.

Splinter lead the way through it into the woods for several yards. The place he chose to stop wasn't very big, but it had a big fallen tree trunk with a gap under it and trees on either side. It smelled of dirt and nature. Thankfully it smelled of nothing else as he crawled in. The gap had been dug out overtime by animals who had briefly inhabited it. If it rained though, it would get very damp but Splinter didn't seem worried so Raphael didn't worry about it. He shrugged off the pack and set it on a raised bit of dry roots in the back. While he rubbed his shoulders where the straps had dig in a bit around the edges of his shell he turned back to the rat. "What is IN this, master?"

The rat set down his walking stick and stretched before turning and answering. "Supplies. Some towels, some food, some weights, which you will be wearing."

"Weights?" He opened the pack, there were indeed some large beach towels in there. He dug past them and found some beef jerky, and a lot of rice noodles and seasonings. There was a small tea pot and a pack of tea, and finally, he pulled out the weights. They were long ankle and wrist weights. Ten pounds each, with two sets for each ankle and wrist. He lifted them out one at a time and set them out.

"Eighty Pounds?" The turtle sounding rather surprised.

"Forty for now. If you need the rest, then you may put them on as needed." Splinter stretched again and then, removed his kimono. "We will fight bare. Nothing will be hidden. No weapons other than those you have as your body. That includes taking off your band, the weights however, stay on."

Raphael paused with one arm, already weighted, reaching towards the next weight. His eyes were on his sensei. He hadn't seen Splinter naked too often. The rat was handsome. The rat was lightly muscled, at least, he looked lightly muscled... The rat... had a quite large pair of balls hanging low between his legs dragging a soft looking sheath down with it. His master seemed unconcerned with his nudity. Raph looked away before he could feel things that would make him embarrassed and awkwardly lifted the weighted arm up to take off his head band.

Moving the weighted arm and the naked arm felt weird. Kind of fun, but weird. His left arm felt like it was moving in slow motion with the weight on it but he managed to take his headband off anyway. His arm dropped a lot faster than he had expected and slapped into the roots. The turtle shook his head thinking to himself 'I really am off my game...'

He set the band down next to the towels and realized, that he really DID feel naked without it. It was such a small bit of cloth, and even wearing the weight, it had made him feel like himself. The turtle looked down at his muscular legs and arms. At his shell and groin. They were usually exposed but somehow taking that little length of cloth off made him feel naked. His thoughts were interrupted by Splinter's voice.

"Come, Raphael, let's get started." Raph saw splinter in the entryway. His torso through, just his very shapely ass and tail... and the back of his thighs and legs and feet visible.

"Yes, Master Splinter!" He turned to put the rest on, not thinking about much else on purpose.

Outside, he stood on the soft grass opposite his sensei. They weights drug him down, making his arms feel like lead. Ten pounds hadn't seemed like much at the time. But he found every movement felt sluggish now. He felt like he had... when he'd been beaten. Splinter charged at him suddenly. Punching forward at his chest.

As a turtle, that wouldn't have done much even if it connected, but he felt he had to try to block it anyway. The rat's hand slammed into his shell, making him grunt back with Raphael's hands just too slow to move in time. Splinter pulled back at the impact and used the force of his punch to push him into a spin to bring his tail around. Thick rat tail smacked hard against the back of Raph's shell making the turtle stumble forward.

Raphael had forgotten how fast his master could be. The attack was sudden, without warning or threat. He watched his his attacker stop and step back. A deep breath and Raph raised his hands again.

Splinter shook his tail subtly behind him. He'd forgotten why he'd avoided using the tail slap against his students while sparring, now he recalled as his tail stung from the impact. Still, he had to be thorough. He called out. "Raphael. Your body is slowed. You must use it more wisely. Since you cannot attack as fast as normal you must move differently to make it seem like you are moving faster. You see me coming." And he darted out towards the turtle and saw the hands come up.

He stopped and stepped back. "THINK, Raphael. Your hands are slower. So are your legs. You must use both together. When I come push backwards to put more distance between our impact. Gravity still works at the same speed. You can drop to your knees out of the way."

His student tried again as Splinter's smaller body shot forward. He punched towards the same spot and was pleased to see Raphael pushing and leaning back at the same time. His hands managed to block the punch but again Splinter used the force of his punch to push himself away in a spin and bring his tail down. Though he tried to swing it lighter to reduce the stinging. He clipped Raph's neck with the very tip, leaving a welt, and stepped away again.

"You know you must anticipate! You learned one movement. You must think further ahead to the next. ADAPT." The rat said firmly, breathing a bit heavily. His nudity was drawing his student's gaze and slowing the thoughts about the sparring match. The distraction was helping he decided. Though Raphael still wasn't fighting too well he wasn't looking as vague or depressed about the fighting skills. Instead, he was looking a bit flustered.

Raph and his brothers had fought bare many times. They had fought bare with Splinter many times as well... they had not fought bare with him since they had reached a certain age, however. He'd tried to keep his body from them so they would focus on their training. They thought nothing of each other's exposed penis and testicles... but they all basically looked the same. His body however, looked much different. Even his genitals.

The rat darted forward again this time running with his legs a bit wider, making sure his heavy scrotum swung visibly and did a high kick to Raphael's face. He was pleased that his son blocked the kick, and reached out to squeeze the teen's soft scrotum and give it a light tug. The tug was followed with a roll back and a swipe of his feet that brought Raph's legs out from under him.

Splinter stepped back and shook his head. The look on his son's face was of surprise. Not that he had been knocked down, but that the rat doubted he would believe what had really happened. "Get up, Raphel. We shall try again."

His dazed student stood climbed to his feet and stretched again to recover better. Raph's body was getting used to the weight. Both arms and legs were compensating by pushing harder for even minor movements. He didn't even notice. His mind was still trying to persuade him that Splinter hadn't fondled him. Being knocked down? He couldn't dwell on it while his cock thickened a bit. Still soft, but fuller. The turtle shook his head. There was no way...

Splinter crouched suddenly, distracting the weird thoughts. "Attack me, Raphael."

Raphael obeyed. Charging forward, just as had been done to him, only with his opponent much lower. His arm raised in the last minute, punching downward. Splinter sprang forward, between his legs. The rat's tail slid along Raph's balls and inner thighs but the turtle didn't pay much attention. He followed his punch through and kicked up, turning the downward force into a forward flip. A quick jerk of his torso and Raphael landed facing the other way in time to see Splinter coming at him in a leaping kick. His eyes followed the motion, brushing over his master's large heavy scrotum, and caught the rat's foot.

He let the force flow forward into his arms and kept them stiff so the kick spun him around behind Splinter. Raph tried to grab the rat but as Splinter landed he rolled forward and hand sprung further to also turn to face his opponent. They charged again. Raphael tried to sweep Splinter's legs out, his master easily jumped and locked his legs around the turtle's neck, dragging him down. He bent over, squishing his sheath firmly to Raph's face, his balls bouncing uncomfortably against the hard shell protecting the chest but he ignored that. The rat held his student and jerked back, his arm shooting back and slipped down Raphael's shell trying to find the ground, only to grip his student. The squeeze only lasted an instant as he pushed further back to the ground and flipped the teen over and behind him.

Splinter stood up, panting, and studied his student. Raphael was doing better. Attacking had been far more effective as had defending. His son had forgotten the mood and the depression with the distractions of nudity... and the seemingly accidental intimate touches. The turtle seemed to be flustered and fighting without really thinking about what he was doing, letting his training come through while his mind tried to work through the sexuality of the situation.

While Splinter hadn't tried anything like it in the past, he was rather enjoying the process. It freed him to explore his mature son's body, as well as show off his own. It allowed him to break through Raphael's doubts and get him back to how he used to be. He was rather enjoying the view as well. Like all the turtles, Raph was well developed. Powerful muscles with excellent muscle tone and flexibility, and a rather nice set of genitals. Judging by Raphael's erection, Splinter's own body was pleasant to look at as well.

The rat let out a deep breath, matching the one from his sparing partner, and stretched again. He was really enjoying getting to move around without his robe and work out instead of letting his children do all the work. Splinter wiped some sweat from his eyes before trying again.

Rapheal tried hard to keep up with each attack and attacked hard when it was his turn. Every time, at first, his master knocked him down. Every time there was an accidental touch of soft furred fingers on his intimate areas or his hands, feet, or face brushed Splinter's. The rat never smiled about it to him or seemed to give any sign he even noticed. He gave advice, told his student how to act, and watched the turtle's technique become more polished and capable again.

*****

At the edge of the clearing, both were feeling weak after a few hours not stop sparing. They had sparred all around the clearing, finally ending up with Splinter next to a good sized tree on the fringe. Raphael was moving slower than his master, but he was still putting up a decent resistance. Splinter wanted to wear the turtle out, and he was, though he was getting worn out himself doing it. He was breathing heavily and gulping air as he considered how much longer.

Finally he called out, "A few more, Raphael, then we can take a break."

The turtle was weaving a bit as well, despite being younger. Raphael shook some sweat off and ran forward on tired legs. His step to the side was anticipated and he found Splinter already in the air in with legs spread to lock around his neck and slam him down again. A quick duck and roll let the rat land beyond him and Raph too the chance to jump up at the tree. He slammed both feet into it while bending his legs and pushed back to jump off it back the way he had come.

The tree however, just collapsed under his feet. Its healthy looking bark sloughed away as the trunk snapped in two to reveal the rotting hollow wood and the bees nesting inside. They weren't happy, Raphael wasn't happy, Splinter stared in surprise. The turtle fell to the ground, slamming his head into the hard soil. All the force of his kick jump sucked away by the falling wood. The wood fell on him a moment later while the bees swarmed over him and Splinter both.

Splinter darted forward and tugged on his pupil. The teenager was stuck fast under the wood. It wasn't rotten throughout, or hollow throughout. Only where the large nest had been, right where his student had landed. Adrenalin from the stinging bees and from the worry strengthened his muscles as he attacked the wood. Punching, biting, shoving, It felt away rapidly. All the while the bees were at them both. He didn't swat them, there was no point. Instead he worked fast and grasped his son and darted away into the woods.

After a few dozen meters the bees stopped chasing. He circled around to their den, limping near the end and set the turtle down on the soft earth. He dug out the thick mats rolled Raphael onto them. Splinter ran his fingers over his son's prone body. Checking for broken bones and cuts. He could find nothing but he could recognize a concussion just by knowing what had happened. His student wasn't unconscious. He was heavily dazed and very dizzy.

They were both bruised from the sparring, they were both very tired and covered with bee stings. They both wanted to sleep... but Splinter knew he couldn't let Raphael drift off.

He pat the turtle's cheek to get his attention. "Raphael... Do not go to sleep. You must stay awake with me."

"Sure... Master? Is it pizza day today?" Raphael asked with a bit of delusion. "Bebop must have shoved me again, I'm sore all over."

Splinter sighed, a bit relieved. He knew concussions were dangerous, but didn't think it would be life threatening. His pupil was awake enough to talk, even if it WAS nonsense, and didn't appear to suffer any memory loss. The rat winced as his body told him about the bee venom. He dug around in his pack and found only a little that would be of any value. He hadn't anticipated bee stings as being a problem. One or even two wouldn't have been, but with more than a dozen, he was feeling sick and hurting badly all over.

He stood up and pat Raphael's cheek again. "One good thing about the bees my son... they will keep you awake while I go hunt some herbs!"

"Yay... Is there any sausage left or did they hit me with it all?" Raph asked dreamily. His eyes didn't seem like they were going to be closing anytime soon and he was absently scratching at the growing welts. He didn't even notice Splinter had already left.

The woods and the many clearings in and around them held plenty of herbs. Splinter knew that because he hunted them here while his students were off doing this or that. He'd even tossed the seeds out in some areas to help them spread. Now he was looking for soothing herbs. He found some flowers, and recognized them as Feverfew, he hadn't been sure they'd take but the yellow and white flowered herbs seemed to be doing fairly well in a few of the small clearings. He was about to pick some when he realized he was still naked. "I must indeed have been worried... I shall have to carry them as a whole plant for now."

He cut one at the bottom and hurried away, needing a few more than just a simple Feverfew. As the rat gathered his small clutch of herbs, pulling the plants instead of just taking the leaves as he normally would, he worried about his student. Splinter also learned of the distracting properties of picking and hunting herbs while naked and moving through tall foliage. His balls and butt and sheath all brushed against things, some pleasantly, others not so pleasantly. The older rat managed to smile after the first ten minutes. He found himself becoming aroused from feeling the tall grass brushing his genitals with their seeding tops. It helped him to forget the stinging bee venom coursing into him still from all the stings. It also made his rathood swell and he found himself thinking of Raphael more... and in more than just helping him.

Splinter found a bit of catnip and was quite pleased to find a good Witch hazel tree with leaves ready for use. The witch hazel especially should be useful, he thought to himself, running back with a fair branch in his hands with the catnip and Feverfew. Splinter set them down, ignoring his stinging as he hurried over to check on Raphael. The turtle was still awake. His head swelling from the nasty ground impact. A quick grip around his balls had Raph's eyes open wider and slightly more focused.

Splinter watched his son's eyes as he massaged the green scrotum. Heavy balls shifted inside and he saw a slight puzzled look of relief soften the hurt turtle's face. The rat let go and got back to work. He pulled out a little pestle and mashed several witch hazel leaves with it. A few drops of water to thicken the paste and he spread the paste onto Raphael's legs and arms and face where the bees had stung. The paste was green and mixed with his normal tones very well.

In between applications Splinter stroked his pupil's genitals, enjoying the feel and also the beneficial increase to alertness it caused. He made sure to cover all the stings without paying any attention to his own comfort until it was done. Another batch of leaves from the branch and he applied a heavy dose to Raphael's forehead on the growing knot where his head had hit. Only when he was satisfied that Raph had had all he could do did he make a bit more and apply it to his own body. The fur made it a challenge, and he would badly need a bath, but the witch hazel paste relieved some of the sting from the bee's fury after a few minutes.

While waiting for it to take effect, Splinter made tea. He'd have preferred to make good tea, but had to make do with the instant tea. The tepid water mixed with the instant tea mix fairly well and he helped Raphael to drink some. He shared the glass next. As he relaxed with his patient, he felt his hands wandering over the teen.

Splinter found himself thinking those thoughts again. His fingers danced over Raphael's muscular arms, down along his legs and back up to stroke between those shapely masculine thighs again. On an impulse, something he rarely allowed himself to give in to, he pushed down and traced the turtle's anus. Raphael grunted at the touch and his master smiled at the way those green legs parted a bit as though to give easier access.

"Perhaps..." He said out loud. "Perhaps I could do some more for you, my turtle."

His member was swollen again. Harder than before and teasing his well trained mind for resisting for so long. It wasn't about to let him give up such a chance. His libido had been ignored far too often, it told him. It was time to give in. To give in and take a reward for training them so well. 'You made them, you should get to enjoy them.' His growing arousal said. To his surprise, he felt himself wanting to agree. His fingers ran down both of Raphael's legs.

"It will take our minds off our problems." Splinter said to himself.

Raphael was sitting a bit more upright and looking at his master, though a bit blankly. He wasn't sure what was going on other than that he had to stay awake. It was hard, he was tired, he was sore, he was... enjoying feeling Splinter's fingers massaging his foot. Feeling that soft rodentine muzzle pressing to his other foot and feeling his legs bent until a hand could run from groin to ankle without effort. The rubbing felt nice. Raph's cloudy thoughts rather enjoyed it and it gave him something to pay attention to. The tail pressing under his balls confused him. He'd never had it there before. He'd never felt the tip being pressed to his tight ring while his foot cooled from where the hand had let go to help the tail in easier.

Splinter rather liked the sudden introduction of his tail. It certainly kept Raphael awake as he worked the tip in. Since he was giving in, he may as well do a lot at once he'd decided. The more he did, the easier it would be for Raphael to stay awake several more hours. The turtle DID have nice feet and legs. They didn't smell too strong, and what they did smell of was rather pleasant. His nose was strong enough that he'd not have kept it near them otherwise. Being around the turtles so long, he usually didn't notice, but while aroused, he noticed everything more.

The rat wanted more than just a foot though. He wanted a lot more and soon set it down gently to slide along between Raphael's legs. His tail stayed where it was, a few inches pushed into that clutching bottom, while his chest drug along Raph's shell. Splinter's face hovered in front of the teen's. His lips pressed to the teens. His tongue... pushed in and explored.

Raphael's eyes widened again, then sagged. The kiss felt good. It over rode the invading tail and the feeling of welcome or complaint from his ring. He wasn't sure even which message it was sending to him. The passion in the kiss drew him to kiss back while the controlling dominance of it made him want to lay back and let his father have his way. Each touch over his arms and neck, over his chest and belly shell, it all felt different. The touches had more meaning to them and more urgency. Splinter's lust was clearly spoken through each caress, but Raph was too dazed to really know what the touches were saying. It kept him awake though, so that was good enough. The pleasant feeling of his sensei's stiff cock pressing to his soft sheath was just extra.

"This will keep you awake, I promise." Splinter said after breaking the kiss. He straddled the turtle and squatted over his pupil's hips. A pair of large balls trapped in a shapely furry sack bounced down against Raphael's sheath. Their owner drug them back and forth, letting the heavy pouch tease and tickle the sex flesh under them.

Splinter's hips worked for a while, the touch was teasing and light but he felt the shifting inside and the initial peaking of his son's glans as it slipped out. He hadn't done anything like it before, it had just seemed like a fun idea to try. Feeling Raphael's eyes watching him as he wiggled his hips and squatted made him feel even more hot and bothered. Showing off wasn't something he got to do very often and it felt good to have an appreciative audience. Appreciative enough for a standing ovation.

Splinter smiled and scooted back just a bit to let the teen's erection jut up against his balls. He knelt with thighs around Raph's hips and squeezed his large nuts against the turtle pole. Splinter mashed them together, a bit roughly, around it. Even slapping them to it just a bit to feel Raphael's manhood firmly against his jewels. The minor ache in them added to his enjoyment. He wasn't going to hurt himself doing it, and it distracted from the lingering bee stings quite well. The rat was drooling as he considered what to do with that oh so ready cock.

Through his dizzy eyes and foggy thoughts Raphael could just quite think of his master, his father, the ever calm Splinter... looking like a young man, or young rat squeezing Raph's thick turtle cock and his own balls. It was in the realm of "not likely to happen" but he rather liked it. He wondered what Splinter was really doing. His head ached, he really did want some sleep, but just for now, it was more fun watching the delusion of his master leaning down and kissing him. The muzzle felt real, as their noses pressed together. The lips felt quite nice... He knew he was hallucinating when those soft whiskers brushed his face moments before being replaced by Splinter's stiff erection.

Splinter finished shifting and lay his chest on Raphael's belly shell with his hips off over the turtle's shoulder so his tip pressed to the teen's lips. He had to be careful not to brush over the heavily stung arms when he moved but the shoulders weren't too bad. The new position had his upper body twisted slightly uncomfortably, but it was worth it.

Splinter ran his tongue over his son's erection. From tip to root and down along both sides of the turtle's scrotal cleavage where his students sack joined to his body between groin and inner thighs. His nose pressed to the turtle's tip while he ran his tongue around the glans. The strong musky scent filled Splinter's world. With the strength of his sense of smell that sexual imprint brought powerful thoughts of interesting activities.

Splinter drug his tongue over and around the darker green turtle cock, getting it well spit shined and wet. His own meat pressed to Raphael's very blunt muzzle more insistently. The sweaty rat meat giving off hints of similar thoughts that were lost in Raph's concussed mind.

Raphael ran his tongue over it anyway, enjoying this delusion quite a bit more than others he'd had in the past. His cock tingled like it did when one of his brothers was teasing him. And if he wasn't sure Splinter would never do anything like that he'd swear that was what was happening. The brown fur, the familiar sweat smell, even tickle of whiskers along his thighs, all seemed real. There were too many bright flashing lights and colors floating around with those other details though. Things were blurry and wavy, sound was... it was silent really. Except for the sound of breathing. He figured that was real at least. The cock pulled away from Raph's lips suddenly, only to push back to them, further pushing in and through them.

Splinter took Raphael's erection into his mouth at the same time. Tongue dragging over it, lips sealing around it, sucking proudly. He'd not gotten to taste his boys before. He had not wanted to touch them like that while they were so young. Even in their teens now he had been reluctant. His muzzle pumped up and down Raphael's shaft, bobbing enthusiastically, nose bumping into his son's balls each time. Then, he had seen them together. In a shower, all exploring each other, all cocks busy.

The rat's hips pushed his cock fully into Raph's mouth and he was pleased when the turtle clamped his mouth tightly around it, sucking it firmly. Splinter had watched them several times and his reluctance had dropped until. He took a deep sniff at his son's sex again, reveling in the masculine musk. It was going to be a learning experience for both of them, but a wonderful one for him especially.

Splinter pumped his hips to work his lust into his student and Raphael sucked at it happily. In his drowsy colorful delusion he was sucking one of his brothers. The world was overlayed green after all the brown earlier. He sucked Splinter's cock hungrily, but didn't bob his head like whoever was sucking him was doing. Pleasant tingles ran through his groin, earthing themselves in his prostate and building a firm pressure. It was feeling so good. His vision swam again and the turtle in front of him became master Splinter again. He liked that delusion. The handsome old rat had always had a very attractive body. Raph shivered and pushed his hips up into the mouth His hands groped around and found two fairly large ears. Rounded but pointed, furry too. He hoped they were real as he pet them, but doubted it.

The ache in his head was diminishing with the building need. Raph's sore body poked through the fog, telling him good things were happening with Splinter's attentions. His tongue ran over the firm meat in his mouth, trying to identify who it was while trying to give as good as he figured he had to be getting. The form over him really WAS looking more and more like splinter. Colors were solidifying, the blur of the background was taking on a definite familiar shape. The big balls bumping against his cheek looked familiar too.

Between his legs Splinter enjoyed the ear rubbing. He so rarely got touched like that. It made him pause in his sucking to enjoy it, but he brought his hand up to stroke instead while he held the tip in his mouth, lashing it with his tongue. Squeeze, pull, squeeze and stroke. Precum dribbled into his mouth readily as his son's excitement grew. He could feel the turtle's heart racing through that pulsing male flesh. Raph's shell couldn't hide THAT pulse. Splinter's ears picked up the sweet sound of Raphael's heavier breathing too, in between the rubbing. His muzzle pumped down towards his fist as it came up. Lips and fist and tongue, all working together, driving the teen's lust to it's peak.

Raphael's hips hunched up vigorously, his body rocking with it as his shell pivoted. His mouth drooled heavily over his father's cock. His fingers dug into Splinter's ears. His vision sharpened to see his father's long tail lashing overhead as he kept his balance and the world went white. Powerful flashes came with the pleasure as Raph came. Each hard clench and spurt sent waves of pleasure through him that made light flash in his vision. Spurt after spurt filled Splinter's mouth with his hot thick milk. His lips pinched down around the rat's own shaft making his father grunt in surprise and pleasure. The rat kept working him through out his orgasm, drawing it out as long as he could. With the extra attention his orgasmic bliss lasted nearly ten seconds, his vision during it lasting perhaps half that.

When he calmed down, Raphael felt less light headed. The room still swam and he was still dizzy, but the colors were stable, if dark. His mind a bit clearer. The delusions about his sensei... were real. Raph's eyes went wide as his master pulled his cock out and turned to look back, with cum dribbling down the edge of his muzzle and a hungry look. The turtle had never seen his father like that. It reminded him of Leonardo after they'd teased him for three days without bringing him off.

"Master Splinter?" He asked, surprised.

"Yes, Raphael, just relax and enjoy, my son..." Splinter answered without feeling the need to say more.

The rat's erection jutted up in the fading afternoon light. He had climbed off before answering and moved to kneel between his son's taut muscular legs. Splinter ran his fingers along Raphael's thighs down to his knees and back up and under. His hands cupped the teen's butt and gently but insistently pulled pulled them apart. Both males looked at each other. One pair of eyes unsteady the other pair loving and needing and promising and insisting... and the hips further down from from those eyes pushed forward to kiss the tight ring of muscle leading inside a well developed young reptilian body.

Raphael tensed automatically at the hot organ touching his ass. He tried to fight his body, to relax. He knew it was Splinter now, though somehow, it still seemed dreamy to him. His father's slender body looked a lot different between his legs than any of his brothers and even with blurry vision and the room spinning he could see the ears and long muzzle... and the cock felt different as it was wedged and pressed firmly into his ring.

Splinter pushed harder, feeling the teen's tight hole struggle to keep him out. The drooling suckle he'd gotten earlier made it wet enough, though not quite as slick as he'd have hoped. He pulled back and held a hand under his muzzle. Still watching Raphael he drooled the small glob of cum he had not yet swallowed onto his fingers and scooped the dribble that had run down his neck and chest up. He rubbed it over his erection and also scrubbed it onto and into Raph's ass with a knuckle.

Feeling ready he pressed again to the entrance. His cock wasn't human, but it wasn't full rat either. It had a rim, but a pointed tip. There was a prominent urethral bulge along the base and was more angular than rounded for overall shape. The tip made going in easier, but the extra cum rubbed onto it made all the difference. His son's ass couldn't keep him out again. That tight ring slipped around him, drawing a grunt and sigh from the turtle.

His ass was hot and the inner walls hard to push the invading rodent meat out. All it managed, however, was to caress the slick Splinter pushing in. Splinter's eyelids drooped. His body relaxed. All his attention focused on that stiff part of him sinking deeper into his son. Every inch or so he pulled out fully. He stuffed his erection right back in loving the clenching ring dragging along his sensitive tip.

Raphael's flagging cock stiffened again under the extra pressure of his father's knob pushing in repeatedly. As Splinter sank deeper Raph's shaft stood taller and fuller. He grunted in time to the thrusts and wished the room would stop spinning so he could see better. The handsome rat wasn't looking at his face much anymore. Instead Raph saw he was watching the swaying young turtle cock in front of him move with each of his thrusts. When Splinter's hips finally touched the pert teenage buttocks Raphael's erection bounced enough to bump his belly.

His heavy balls drug along the ground while he thrust into the teen firmly. He'd never gotten to have sex with anybody like that before... it felt so good. Back and forward, in and out, bump and grind and again. Each movement teased his tip inside, the less sensitive shaft behind it squeezed so nicely by his son's still gripping ring. Despite the pleasure he couldn't take his eyes off Raph's cock. He was picturing himself riding it. His ass opening, his tail lifted, his... body trembled as his thrusting brought him back to the ride he was already loving.

'So much to do,' he thought to himself and pushed harder. A glance to Raphael's face showed him the turtle was enjoying the ride as much as he was. The rat's tail swished behind him as he became more excited. He hadn't noticed how heavily he was breathing. The constant pumping, the delightful pressure building inside, everything making his blood boil. Splinter panted while working. His mouth hung open while his knob drug around inside his son's ass. It ground against Raph's inner roof and bumped against the teen's inner gland, milking him just a bit as his father went on.

Beads of milky pre oozed from Raphael's tip, while clear pre filled him from Splinter's shaft. The rat was working him faster. His expression a grimace of pleasure. The sexual spring inside his body wound tighter with every few thrusts, his eyes looked into Raph's, they were bright in the fading light.

Even to the turtle's blurry swimming vision the rat looked happier than he'd ever seen him. His master thrust in rapidly. The turtle's body bounced and rocked on his shell from the force and he found himself anxious to feel his father shooting into him. He could feel the thick rat cock slipping in and out, dragging all around inside as Splinter's thrusts grew wilder.

Splinter's usual calm controlled motions all but forgotten as the rat neared his peak and plunged over the edge. His balls clenched to his groin, his hips slapped harder at Raphael's, he leaned over and kissed the hard shell over his son's chest. All the while his cock pulsed and filled him with pleasure and his lover with his sticky lust. His hips stopped after a few seconds, fully sheathed inside, and he leaned back with eyes closed.

Splinter's hands ran over the teen's slightly drained balls and squeezed and tugged on them. He didn't seem to be paying much attention as he rubbed and explored. His mind focusing on his orgasmic high, dragging it out through long trained muscular control. Raphael felt another spurt, long after the others had stopped, and several seconds later, another. His father managed four extra shots before slipping out and laying back.

"That felt wonderful, Raphael...I hope you do not mind...a bit more" The rat's voice was calm again, but with an edge of hopefulness and assertion that there would be more. He got up, and lit the large oil lantern, and ran his tail over his son and student. His fur danced in the lightly flickering lantern light. His slender chest fur was a bit matted from sweat and the leaf mixture. His whiskers twitched as he licked a bit of cum from his lip and once again he straddled Raphael.

"Sure, master... more is fine." Raph was smiling. His father, his master, looked quite nice in the light. Muscles usually hidden were more outlined in the lamplight. Half the rat was shadowed as he squatted down and pushed his furry ass down so Raphael's pre slicked cock pressed against Splinter's Ring.

"Now, you get to fill Me." Said with a hungry huskiness in his voice.

Splinter squatted further, his tight ring taking more pressure from his son's rampant maleness. Both he and Raphael could feel the resistance as the rat's body struggled to keep him out. It hurt, though less than the bee stings, at first. Splinter had to lift back up and sink back down time and again. Each time his tight ass surrendered just a bit more.

He paused to run three fingers around Raph's wet ass ring to collect more of his own cum and rubbed it onto his student's erection. Taking a deep breath, Splinter guided it to his vent again and sat down hard. His tight muscles were forced open. His cock stiffened and squirted a forgotten drip of cum over Raphael's chest. His head sagged as he rode out the wave of pain from his complaining body.

Raphael watched his father take a deep breath to steady himself and then look up. The light still danced in his fur... only with little sparkles mixed in it. The tired turtle wondered about that while Splinter reached out to rub his cheek. The sparkles moved with him, seeming to flow downward. He couldn't see the dribbles of sweat running through his master's fur, but with his concussed mind and the situation, he was willing to believe it was magic instead of simple reflection.

Splinter's legs pushed him up, subtle muscles shifting under his fur drawing his son's eyes. In the semi-darkness he could see his reflection and watch himself take that thick turtle dick. He stared into Raphael's eyes, watching both the turtle and himself. Tense with his ache fading, he sat back down taking the teen as deep as he could. Despite the first hard sit he hadn't taken everything, adding to the sudden ache, but he was so happy to have it inside. So happy to love him physically receiving as he had giving. With more concentration, he found that inner ring and slumped down onto Raph when he took him fully.

The rat lay down on Raphael's shell as well as he could with his ass still tightly holding his turtle's cock to the root. Splinter's muzzle pressed to Raph's, his lips pushing into a kiss. He wasn't ready to move just yet. Instead he just held still to stroke his son's length with his inner hand. Muscle contractions, involuntary spasms, sudden relaxations... his colon walls squeezed around and pushed and pulled and tried their hardest to push the invading shaft out. Splinter let his body try, but made sure it couldn't. All the while he kissed his teen deeply.

Raphael felt his master's tongue over his lips, felt it lick into his mouth. He wasn't sure what to think anymore. His father had been so dominant before and seemed somehow submissive. The behavior was too strange to him and he wondered again if he was dreaming. The sparkles seemed to have faded, or maybe Splinter was too close, but the reality of the tongue dragging over his was enough to make him not worry too much. It had an eager aspect to it, even if its owner seemed to be slowing down a bit. With the subtle but pleasant stimulation from the ass squeezing around his cock, he felt very good.

The turtle licked back and kissed back. He lifted himself up a little and immediately set himself back down as stars flashed in his eyes. He'd forgotten about the bee venom... or hadn't noticed. The movement had made his muscles all scream at him and he was glad when Splinter pulled away and moved his furry rump again. Feeling the more intense stroking to his cock as his father's insides drug up and down it overwhelmed that pain and pushed it the other way.

Splinter watched Raphael careful after the teen had moved too much. He grunted quietly and pumped his hips over the boy's cock as heavily as he could to make it feel better. It felt better for him as well. Having a cock inside him felt... different. His own shaft was full still, and each pulse of his heart made his bowels grip Raphael harder. Back and up, Up and back. It felt good. He felt so relaxed and tense at the same time. His balls bounced with him, slapping his son's cockroot while his still tight and reluctant ass grew used to the servitude its own made it accept.

Splinter reached under him and held his turtle's meat while he bounced on it. He felt his ring protruding out as he pulled up each time. He felt it swallowed back and pushed deep in as he sat back down. His fingers squeezed the slick dick and pushed up to him to feel his ass being manipulated as he road the teen. When he sat down at the right angle, he loved how his cock twitched.

A familiar pressure was building slowly but steadily again as he experimented. He could tell Raphael was building as well. The look of discomfort on his student's face was replaced by a growing smile and breathless panting. Splinter's own heaving chest and racing heart left him panting heavily too.

"Such a night." he whispered to himself.

Raphael didn't hear or didn't say anything. He couldn't really respond with the hefty pounding Splinter was giving his hips a constant distraction. As skinny as the rat was, he had a heavy set of muscles under his pelt. His firm butt bouncing on Raph's thighs were driving him rapidly towards another blowout. Each plunge down rocked him just enough to send his balls jiggling pleasantly and to make his cock bottom out inside his master.

Splinter's tail brushed over Raphael's legs while he worked and the turtle found it oddly pleasant. The long appendage stroked his inner thighs and lower legs and even outer thighs as the rat swished it for balance. Up and back, ass clenching, ass clutching, dragging wonderfully around the sensitive teenage member. His father panting heavily in the yellow flickering light.

Splinter's erection was back at full mast. Standing proudly with a bead of pre shining brightly in the light. His legs were quivering with effort, his breath was ragged. A hard session after a busy day. He was exhausted as he worked to pleasure his son again. The rat placed his hands on Raphael's chest and rocked himself onto the thick cock inside him.

Raphael was breathing too heavily to make any real noise beyond breathing. A gasp, a soft grunt, his heart loud in his ears. His hips tried to lift to thrust into that sweet tight ass but to move hurt too much. He was close and Splinter knew it too.

His father stroked his own erection. Pumping it in time to his ass hilting his son. He paused, sitting on the lustful turtle, keeping him on the edge while stroking himself rapidly. Splinter's arousal had built with the boy's cock in his ass, but not as fast as Raph's. Pumping his erection rapidly while watching Raphael's expression made it hotter. He could keep his student's orgasm on hold for as long as he wanted, but he didn't want to deny him too long.

Splinter rocked again, taking the full length several more times, to keep Raph's boiling passion near bursting. His own pleasure built towards peak more quickly with his hand pumping it and he wanted to time it right. He needed, his thoughts unsteady as he worked, to feel the shared joy of releasing at the same time. The inner clenching of his ass around Raphael's throbbing member made timing it harder than he had expected. His sweaty pelt bounced at another several sudden jerks up and down his son's erection with frantic jerking of his cock.

The turtle's hips burned with need. His master burned with need. Their hips bounced faster together while Raphael's eyes focused on Splinter's erection. The heavy balls below it, heaving chest above it. Panting, gaping muzzle and half closed eyes flashing in and out of view while the rat worked them both. Every movement pushing further until Splinter's ass clamped around Raphael's erection at the same time Raph's erection swelled and a hard pulse ran up its length.

Splinter felt more alive than in years. Sharing that orgasm. His cock pulsing exactly as his son's under him. Raph too felt the pulsing and opened his eyes wide as each pulse his orgasm seemed to send a jet of cum into splinter and out of his cock back onto his own shell. His slack jacked grin of orgasmic joy caught the third spurt. He tasted his master's cum though didn't notice much as his cock continued to pump.

Shot for shot, the rat matched his turtle. Shot for Shot they came as though Splinter were a cock extension of the teen under and in him. Their shared orgasm took nearly twenty seconds to subside with Splinter's ass clutching at Raphael's cock pulsing against it pushing each other on. The shared high faded and Splinter stood up, letting his student's cock slip out of him.

Splinter turned around, giving his son a perfect view of the wet sticky fur under his tail. He swished his tail a few times behind him and caught it at the end of an arc before gently pushing it into his own well opened ring. Looking over his shoulder at his son he pushed it into himself as deep as he could, arching has back at a certain depth and then lay next to Raphael.

Raph enjoyed his master's sudden closeness, he wasn't sure what his master was doing with his tail, but had enjoyed the show. Moving an arm didn't hurt so bad when he tried it again but he stopped as soon as he moved it. He leaned his cheek against Splinter's and enjoyed the fur against his cheek.

Splinter nuzzled him and told him stories through the night. It wasn't easy for him to talk so much. He was used to being quiet, but he enjoyed it. He enjoyed fondling his teenage son immensely while keeping him awake for several more hours. Whenever Raphael started to drift off the rat pulled his tail out of his well slicked ass and pushed it into his son's welcoming rear. The feeling of the thick rat tail penetrating him woke Raph up quickly. Splinter ran his hands over the teen's penis and sheath too while he spoke. The rat traced his fingers over Raphael's legs, his arms, and shapely buttocks, always careful not to brush away the herb poultice he had put on earlier.

Splinter's had come loose during the strenuous loving but he didn't mind as they fell out of his fur cleanly. The stings still ached a bit but he could ignore it. Raphael spoke a bit, but mostly he just enjoyed his father's company and the sensual touches throughout the night. Their passion had taken just over an hour an a half. Both were too worn out to do much more. After four hours of talking and touching, or just touching at times, Splinter let Raphael rest. He woke the turtle up every few hours but stayed awake himself all night to be sure.

*****

In the morning, Raphael woke to a cool shower. His eyes opened and he found it was really Splinter... holding a bottle of water over him. The turtle's shell was shiny and his arms and legs were too. His master's bottle drained fully after a few seconds after he woke.

"Ah, Raphael, You are awake. I was just washing the old poultice off." The rat said with a tired smile.

Raph tasted the clean water on his lips and enjoyed the soothing feeling of it running down over him. His master's hands ran over his arms, massaging away the mashed herbs after the water softened them. The turtle found it rather nice being cleaned that way.

Raphael smiled when his father's fingers gripped his own turtle dick "That does feel better, Sensei."

Splinter massaged Raph's member and gave it a fond squeeze. His student let out a grunt of disappointment as the rat let go immediately after. Splinter picked up another water bottle and stood in front of his son. After uncapping it he poured it slowly over his head, lifting his muzzle up into it.

Raphael watched him soak every bit of himself with it. The older male didn't linger on any one area so as to make sure there was plenty left for everywhere else. His bare furry body was easier to see when wet and Raph greatly enjoyed seeing the muscles moving under the pelt. With the fur matted down from water the real outline was easier to see.

Splinter's muscles were long, sleek, and solid rather than bulky and showy like those of his turtles. He wasn't as strong as his his turtles either, but he had nearly as much stamina and better muscle control by the look of it. Raphael enjoyed seeing his father's more prominent lower muscle too and remembered the pleasant ache of taking it into him the night before. His head reminded him of another ache too but he bit his lip and ignored that one while admiring his father's sexy mature form.

The last of the water ran down Splinter's back and butt. The rat hat turned around to show his ass. His tail lifted, his fingers parted his buttocks with one hand, his son's cum still showing around his ring. He scrubbed the dribbling water into it and got out the cum before the flow stopped and traced his finger over Raph's shell after turning around.

Splinter crouched down and pressed his lips to Raphael's as strongly as he had done the night before. They kissed for a few minutes. Sharing each other's presence, sharing their bodies and breaths. Raph looked into his master's eyes and saw them looking back into his. The turtle wrapped his arms around the other male, enjoying his closeness. The kiss felt much better than with his brothers, more intense, more eager and needy. His short broad muzzle pressed to his father's long narrow one easily. He enjoyed feeling that nose rubbing against his while their lips danced together.

Splinter ran his hands over his son's hard shelled chest and over to the teen's hugging arms. His fingers traced the strong muscles and up to rub Raphael's neck where it disappeared into his shell. They explored the soft seam and massaged the area gently. It made the young turtle tilt his head to expose his neck more, as it wasn't an area he was used to having rubbed. At last the fingers pulled away and the rat broke their kiss.

"We shall stay out here a few days longer. There is no need to worry the others." He sat down next to Raphael again, cross legged with his large balls pressed to his sheath and both very visible. "How do you feel?"

Raphael sat up, still feeling pleasantly damp from the light rinsing. "I have a nasty headache, master. But I've had worse."

"Can you move without nausea?" His voice sounding concerned and his expression showing the same.

The turtle flexed his arms, the bee stings had left little bumps, but the herb had helped a great deal. Unlike last night, the world didn't turn into a pretty colored blur or hurt worse when he did so. He blocked a sudden punch from Splinter and looked up in surprise.

"I think so." He said while amazed at how easy the punch had been to block.

"I think so too. You are over your feeling of inadequacy... Distracting your mind while stimulating your body made you forgot you ever had a problem. You blocked that without any thought or effort." Splinter seemed pleased as he said it.

The rat stood up, "You need to rest, but I think a long bath may do us both good." He said while pulling Raphael up with him, "Perhaps we can do a bit more sparing in the water. We shall use our weapons this time."

Raphael stumbled a bit at first but his legs soon got used to being awake again. Together they went out into the bright daylight and to the nearby stream. It took nearly half an hour for Splinter to make a small dam and flood a depression, but when they sank in, it was worth the wait. The water was slightly warm from soaking up the sunlight in the shallow channel before entering the woods. They cleaned first, dunking their heads under and shaking off as they emerged.

Splinter wrapped his arms around Raphael and pulled the turtle to his chest and into his lap. It was a long quiet bath. Touching and kissing. Raph enjoyed the intimate attention without his brothers around to share it. He enjoyed his father's first erection of the morning too.

His ring, still somewhat sore from the previous night, opened around it under the water. It only ached for a moment more and then felt good. He wondered if it had ached because it was empty. Sitting on it and letting it slide inside under water, he turned and wrapped his legs around Splinter. Raphael thrust his own growing erection against the older male's soft belly fur.

Their lips stayed locked as Splinter spread his turtle's insides open again. He too found it wonderful to have somebody he could open up to so freely and privately without having to share with others. Bouncing his son in the water was easy. Raph's shell made him more buoyant and all the rat had to do was push his hips up and let himself sink slowly back down in the water again. It was slow, but neither were in a hurry. Splinter's hand cupped Raphael's nuts while the teen thrust happily into his belly and chest fur. It took several minutes before Splinter figured out he could wrap his tail around his son's waist to free his other hand from needing to guide the boy, but when he did he ran his fingers around the turtle's stretched ass ring.

Raphael gasped into their kiss at the squeezing of his tight backdoor muscle and received his father's tongue in his mouth again. His own immediately attacked, lashing out to strike it. Together they sparred again, swords stabbing each other below, whips striking and sliding along and curling around each other above. Their eyes opened and closed. Their breaths came in gasps. Their hearts pounded hard, and Raphael gave in first. He didn't lose confidence however. Instead he surrendered his body to the pleasure.

His ass clenched around his father's thick maleness, plowing in and dragging back out. His cock clenched itself as his prostate's pressure built pressure to fire one last time before giving in. The released pulse shot his opponent's chest and even his neck with the turtle's sticky white flag of surrender. Raph's body went limp with bliss and Splinter hung on, pounding in energetically while pressing forward his assault on his student's mouth.

The rat took the blast full on, loving the heat straight from his student's body burning on his chest. He didn't stop to rub it though. His hands worked the teen's balls and ass around his cock. Pressing the pouch back and clutching at the ring each time his own cock pulled out and drug that firm clutching muscle with it.

Raphael stiffened again as he came down from his orgasmic high and fought back, his tongue and head pushing back against his sensei's. He could feel his master weakening and knew he could get the upper hand again just like Splinter had. The turtle clamped down harder and pushed down, his legs around Splinter clenched to give better traction, his hands gripped the furry shoulders and pushed down, forcing that welcome rodent meat into him faster and harder.

Splinter was surprised by the new tactic but rallied, for a while. His body flagged as the pleasure built. Thrust after thrust, splash after splash, the pressure built. His balls floated up into his student's downward strokes and he found himself enjoying the bouncing when they were bumped back down. It all built so fast, too fast he decided and fended off Raphael's tongue probing at his cheek.

He felt his body tense, his breath puffing madly on the other male's face through his nostrils, the powerful pumping release came. Splinter didn't sag. His body stiffened, his kiss froze. His loving eyes glared into Raph's with his silly grin of pleasure plastered onto his face. The turtle smiled and hugged tightly to him, accepting each shot of fatherly love flooding his insides.

For another minute neither moved or broke the kiss. They held together and felt their hearts beating rapidly but cooling down. After Splinter had come down the both too a deep breath and broke apart the kiss. Neither said anything as they relaxed back in the water. They stayed holding each other for a few minutes more before Raphael slipped out of his master's arms.

The turtle smiled disappeared under the water. Splinter stayed quite still, even when the hands groped his thighs and scrubbed over his legs and hips. They scrubbed his tail and buttocks. They scrubbed his feet as well. It felt good being pampered by a lover, and it felt good when he did the same back. The birds watched and chirped in the peaceful morning sky and below them, the father and son couple continued to explored one another in and then out of their private bath.

Raphael's groping hands rubbed everywhere over his master. The rat's wet fur felt good under the water. It floated and playfully wrapped around Raph's fingers as he scrubbed it. His fingers dug under Splinter's tail and massaged his tight ring of muscle fondly. Splinter's pleased grunts were loud as they traveled through the water.

Raph massaged Splinter's rump for nearly a minute before finally moving away. He broke the surface and was surprised and overwhelmed briefly by the rat's muzzle pressing to his as soon as he was out of the water. They shared a long kiss. Splinter's hands massaging over his and then up the turtle's arms.

Teacher and Student held the kiss, eyes looking into each others, for some time again. The older man enjoyed sharing the intimacy with his son more each time he kissed. Splinter finally broke off and returned the favor. He washed Raphael thoroughly. Up his arms, down his shell along his legs and back up again. Strong fingers massaged into Raph's penis and balls and more slid into the turtle's welcoming ass. Another kiss, as father and son leaned into each other while rubbing those intimate areas only to break away as the green penis stiffened at the attention.

Splinter smirked "Perhaps if you catch me, you can use that."

"I'll use it alright, Spli... Ha!" He clambered out of the water after his lover and gave chase.

The naked rat wasn't any faster than Raphael, but he knew how to make use of ground and obstacles and easily kept ahead for a few minutes. Splinter didn't bother to look back. He knew his son would adapt and figure out how to catch him. That knowledge was proven correct when Raphael swung over him branch to branch and dropped down to wrap his arms around the large rodent.

"Got you now. I guess I get to use it after all." The turtle pressed it to Splinter's tail.

"Yes." Was the only response.

The rat leaned forward and pressed his wet chest to the ground. He was surprised to feel Raphael grip his hips so strongly suddenly. A quick look back showed the turtle handing from a tree branch overhead with feet clenched around Splinter's hips. As he watched Raph squatted low, still practically standing on him, and pressed his hips forward.

Splinter had never seen the position before, though he hadn't seen many to begin with. It seemed to him that Raphael was perched on him and he rather enjoyed the idea as his son pushed firmly inside. The teen's cock was wet, and Splinter's ass was still loose from the massage, so the entry wasn't too uncomfortable. They both wished they had a bit of lube but after a few thrusts master and student fit together just right.

Raph used the tree branch's flexibility to bounce as he thrust. The action left his lover grunting loudly with each thrust as the turtle dick jammed against his prostate and then slid in fully past. Their shared grunts and thrusts kept the birds around them quiet. For a while the slapping of Raphael's balls against Splinter's and the wet sounds of penetration were the main noises. The rustling of the tree and their own guttural noises seemed muted to them both.

Splinter rested his head on his arms, reveling in the feeling of being mated again. His own penis was quite spent but he didn't mind. Having a physical bond with his young lover more than made up for not being the one giving the bond. Receiving was more than enough, he knew. Splinter clenched tightly around the turtle's shaft. It heightened his pleasure and the full feeling while also making his lover feel that much better.

Semen from their last coupling oozed out around Raph's erection as fucked his father. It made the penetration easier still and the sticky noise so much more satisfying in the quite woods. The position was fun, Raphael had to admit, but it was tiring on his thighs. His balls were lower than his heels as he rutted the rat. Each thrust made his muscular thighs quiver and strain to keep his balance. The turtle rocked steadily on the balls of his feet with his toes dug into his father's hips. His pelvis pivoted with the branch overhead supporting him for rapid thrusting with minimal actual movement.

Raphael's pleasure build steadily. The familiar tickle in his groin made him slow down to savor it. The burning in his legs made him speed up to get them into a work zone. The constant clenching of his father's hungry welcoming inner hand had him drooling. They both enjoyed the balls bouncing against each others. Splinters hung lower than Raph's but with the rapid thrusting, both pairs met frequently as they swung about.

Father and son rode the pleasure together, though Splinter experienced it differently that time. His cock stayed sheathed and soft but he felt the pleasure building anyway. A deep tickle built and grew. Thrust after thrust rocked his body and after a while he noticed a hot feeling run along his penis. He lifted his chest up to look under and saw his cock tip let a white drip ooze out of it onto the ground. Another followed it a second later. Then another. His son kept pounding away, his cock kept leaking semen. The flow felt wonderful, but not like a real orgasm. He'd never been prostate milked before and as spent as he was, he was amazed his body had any cum to left to leak. Unlike an orgasm, the pleasure continued for him for as long as the turtle's fat shaft plowed his furry ass.

Raphael felt his lover's tail flicking between his ankles and wondered if it felt good for the rat. He couldn't see the cum leaking out, and other than briefly wondering couldn't think too much of his father at all. His attention was taken up with the approach of his orgasm and desire to put it off as long as he could. Both thighs had gone numb from the efforts, entering their zone where they felt nothing as they worked, and he wanted to stay there and enjoy the heat and internal massage Splinter's ass gave him.

Their hips met faster, the rat's tailbase bouncing against his bell, and Raph tried to make his body slow down. His hands were slick and aching from their death grip on the branch. They felt like slipping but they held. The rocking of his hips and swaying of the tree sped up and he could do nothing to slow it. His muscles spasmed as they lost subtle control and his peak rose up before him. He tried to back down but his body wouldn't let him.

Raphael lost his battle against the waves of pleasure a few thrusts later. His hands slipped and he stood on his father falling forward. His cock stayed inside, spurting one last time into that welcoming male rear. His hands slammed down on the ground around Splinter's taught shoulders. Shell met rat back and the final thrust was a hard slam that made his lover's legs slip in the grass. The landed for a second thrust that made splinter have a powerful orgasmic sensation from his son's cock jamming into his colon one last time after such an intense workout.

They stayed together for some minutes. Reveling in their closeness. Splinter turned and looked up at Raphael. Then turned his head just a bit further as the turtle leaned down to share another kiss. Raph hugged tightly while they kissed and stayed fully sheathed inside as he did. There was no hurry to get anywhere. It felt too good to get up or break the kiss. They could just lay together the rest of the day as long as it continued to feel so good. Neither worried about the past or future. There was only each other joined together and sharing themselves fully for as long as they could.