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Few words were spoken as the two drove back to the cottage, the sky dark blue above them. By the time they got to their front door, it was near pitch black outside.

Sandals were taken off as the lights turned on.

They really tried to push past it; to act normal, joke and banter as they usually do. But it was clear that neither had the words to navigate the awkward situation they were in. It didn't help that the two men were still in their underwear, stealing glances at each other.

Dinner consisted of freshly nuked Hot Pockets, eaten in mostly silence as the two struggled to even look each other in the eyes.

"Tomorrow, I'll whip us up a good breakfast. How's that sound, son? Son...?"

The Bernese broke out of his train of thought. "W-what, whip what out?"

The English Mastiff stifled a laugh, making his son blush in his seat. "Yeah, that sounds good..."

They both fell back to silence, blushing as they continued to look away from one another. They tried watching a movie, but it soon became clear neither of them could pay any sort of attention to it. After a half an hour Dan was the first to call it a night, and the two gave each other an awkward shoulder pat as they went into their respective rooms.

Beneath the blankets of his bed, Dan tossed and turned as thoughts filled his head. What they did was wrong! Immoral, purely insane!

And yet, alone in his room, the Bernese couldn't help the thoughts filling his head. His father's gravelly moans, the warmth from his body, the rough yet gentle strokes on his...

The constant thinking was starting to get annoying. Dan turned to sleep on his stomach, ignoring his boner pressing into the bed. Eventually, he slipped off into slumber.

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The following morning, the young Bernese was surprised to find his father acting overly normal. Ron had cooked breakfast for the two, and was joking around with Dan as if nothing happened.

He shot his father a knowing look, and Ron could only cough out a laugh, excusing himself to get his work laptop upstairs.

A few moments later, Dan watched as the beige mountain dog descended the stairs dressed in a modest white shirt and jeans, laptop in hand.

"I'll be done with work by 3. Feel free to explore the town while I'm busy. Afterwards we can do whatever you want. I don't want you feeling too bored while you're down here..."

Dan scoffed at the thought. "I'm mostly here to relax anyway. Plus I still gotta unpack my video games from the truck, so I'll be fine staying here."

"Sounds great. I'll be in my office if you need me" Ron went over to where his son was sitting, and Dan was stunned as he was given a sudden kiss and pat on the forehead.

"Love having you home, son."

Ron went down the hall to his home office, unaware that his little gesture of love had made Dan's face blush, and left him half-mast in his skivvies.

It was clear that both sides enjoyed the physical contact between them. However, unaware of their mutual desire for more, nothing else happened for the next couple days.

In the beginning, it felt like things were truly back to normal. He and his Dad spoke with one another comfortably, reminiscing about life, school, being crass with one another. Perhaps this really was a one-and-done deal, an incident only born out of airheaded horniness and opportunity.

And yet, the two began wearing thinner clothes around each other while at home, instead of the usual shirts and cargos from just last week. They would get stiff in front of each other, not saying a word about their respective tents as the week went on, outside of stealing a glance or three.

Alas, the weekend came, and the two decided a hike and some hard seltzer would be a fun way to kick off their Saturday.

Packed up with the proper gear, a backpack filled with snacks, drinks and tools, the two were off...

...and forty five minutes later, they were sprinting back to their house as rain poured above them. The clean shoes they had stepped out with were now caked in mud and wet leaves as they ran into the house.

"Fuck, where did that come from?!" Daniel exclaims, shutting the door from the harsh rain and wind.

Ron slips off his soaked shirt. "Hell if I know..." the Mastiff replied, setting the soaked backpack down as he took off his shirt.

"Ugh, I hate the feeling of wet clothes on my fur..." the Bernese stripped down to his underwear, as his father headed up the stairs. "Hey Dad! I call dibs on the first shower!"

"Uh huh!" The mastiff replied from upstairs, not even considering acknowledging such a request as he made his way to the bathroom.

After a few minutes the Bernese went upstairs himself, and Dan immediately heard the faint sound of a shower running. He guffawed at his Dad's dismissal of his words.

He banged twice on the door. "Did I not just say I called dibs?!"

"Boy, you can use dibs when you pay for this house." was all he heard from the other side of the door.

The mountain dog a deadpan expression, reaching to the top of the doorframe and grabbing the thin key meant for emergencies.

He jostled it on the lock for a few seconds before he was able to turn the knob, opening the door.

The mastiff jumped from his position in the bathtub, making the water slosh around. "Son?!" Ron exclaimed, having no choice but to sit up. His son plopped his ass down into the bathtub with a big splash, before the two shared a look in silence.

"It's disrespectful to ignore someone's dibs. I learned it in college" the Bernese gave a cheeky smile, turning on the water so he could fill the tub more.

"Of course you did..." The mastiff grumbled, failing to hide his blush as he leaned back. "You just wanted to see your old man naked..."

Dan's heart beat faster at those words. "Hah, well...pfft, would it be an issue? I-I-If I was here, just..for that..."

The mastiff's blush grew brighter, as his blood rushed to his groin. "I can't reckon why it would..."

"Good, I mean it's not like I can help that my Dad is so attractive..."

"You think I'm attractive?"

The Bernese had to laugh. "Dude...I think you are very, irresistibly sexy. I-I mean..."

Dan sighed, shivering as he lifted his hips up from the water, jutting his hard cock out the water and shaking it. "Look at how stiff you make me..."

The mastiff's jaw hung low, seeing that beautiful piece of meat dangle in front of him.

"Son, you're...i-it's just..."

The Bernese' heartbeat filled his ears, as he watched the mastiff's muzzle inch closer to his shaft, the heat of his breath covering his head...

And Dan could only throw his head back, gritting his teeth at the feeling of his old man's tongue slowly lap on his twitching cock.

"D-Dad! Oh, fuck..." The Bernese grasped onto the edge of the tub, gasping for air. The Mastiff's broad tongue continued dragging along the twitching member, his own cock pressing into his son's thigh.

"T-T-That feels so good, Dad" he spoke through gritted teeth. The mastiff's muzzle was overwhelming. Heavy breaths from his snout washed over his son's cock, pressing his nose into the tip, taking in his son's scent. His tongue lapped heavily on the throbbing flesh before he angled it into his maw.

Dan wanted to last longer, to continue enjoying his father's lips on his most sensitive parts. But the sight of Ron bobbing his head along his cock, massaging it with that expert tongue, was too much for the young mountain dog. All too soon, he began to thrash around and hump in the moist heat, squirting his load into the mastiff's gulping throat with a shivering moan.

Ron pulled off, a few spurts coating his muzzle, the rest oozing out the softening cock. He leaned back into the tub, the mastiff's cock sticking out of the water as he sighed. "I'm sorry son...I tried to resist-"

The Bernese leaned over to his Dad, lapping at the streaks of cum before pressing his tongue into the English Mastiff's lips.

Ron groaned, opening his lips as his son's slippery appendage thrashed against his own.

"Take this..." he moaned into the kiss, pressing a bottle into his father's hands. Ron looked at the label, seeing it was his Aloe Vera gel. He turned back toward his son, seeing the Bernese turn around and stick out his rear.

"I'm tested...a-and I'm clean back there...just..." Dan muttered, hiking his tail up.

The mountain dog's huge ass was presented to the older dog, making his cock ache painfully. The Mastiff struggled to control his breathing, his eyes at the rim between those two, dripping wet mounds.

The most Ron had done these last few years was a blowjob or two, in someone's car or out in the woods. It'd been so long since he'd fucked an ass; years, even. And his son had one of the nicest asses he'd ever seen.

He got on his knees in the tub, the mastiff's cock giving a dull, painful ache as it dangled in front of the mountain dog's rump. His leaking tip felt the heat of his son's flesh, as he squirt a nice helping of the aloe gel onto his fingers.

"Dad..." The mountain dog moaned, feeling Ron's cool fingers slowly press into his ass. The mastiff's breathing became ragged as he swished his two fingers around the hot tunnel, feeling the wrinkles and curves. He pressed his finger toward his son's prostate, making him shiver and groan. Dan's butt squeezed down onto the invading digits, and the mastiff's dick ached in anticipation.

He inched closer, and slathered some more aloe gel onto his rigid member. The mastiff smeared the gel into his shaft, noisily jerking it off. A tingle went up the younger dog's spine, and his tail wagged as he felt a hot, wet pole press into his ring.

The Mastiff gave a deep exhale, pressing his hips forward. The tip of his cock began pushing through the wrinkled pucker, throbbing as it felt the heat from within. He pushed more, his son's moans distant to his ears, the mastiff's expression becoming dazed in pleasure.

"Son...t-this feels amazing" he groaned as he hilted the mountain dog beneath him. All he could do was pant, his cock jumping and throbbing within the tight flesh.

"Fuck, Dad...you're so big I...I'm already so close..."

"Really?" The Mastiff leaned in, pressing his muzzle into the nook of Dan's neck. "Please do, son....I want to make you cum..."

Ron pulled back, and began giving gentle thrusts. "Do you want it slower, or faster?"

"J-just like how you're doing it...and could you..." The Bernese hesitated as his orgasm inched closer. "Could you growl in my ear, Dad?"

The Mastiff leaned forward, giving soft kisses into his son's neck before his lips traveled upward. His muzzle moved the Bernese' ear out of the way.

"Like this, son?"

"Y-yeah..." Dan moaned, feeling his father's cock push into his button with each slow pump.

"I hope this feels half as good for you as it does for me..."

"It feels incredible, Dad. Y-you're incredible..."

The mastiff's cock flexed, and his thrusts became just a little quicker, jamming into his son's prostate with increased frequency.

"Mmmm, show me how incredible I am. I want to feel you clench around me when you burst..."

"Fuck Dad...I think I'm gonna..."

The Mastiff gave a soft bite into the mountain dog's shoulder, driving in harder thrusts.

"Yeah, Dad wants his boy to nut for him..." Ron growled as deep as he could. "Give daddy what he wants..."

An immense tightness clenched around the Mastiff, and the mountain dog's cock began shooting cum into the tub, his cock thrashing beneath the water. Hearing his son shiver and moan like that, it awakened an instinct in the older dog.

He thrust faster, and the sound of wet clapping began to fill the room. He leaned back and gripped his son's rear.

"Go as hard as you'd like, Dad. Fuck me like a man..." Dan's voice shook with each pump. The mastiff felt a tingling sensation build in his nuts, and he began thrusting as hard and fast as he could. He looked down, watching his clap into his son's juicy ass with impeccable speed.

"F-F-Fuck! Son, you're about to make me cum!" The mastiff loudly moaned toward the ceiling, gripping onto the reddened cheeks he pounded into.

"I...I, I-I'm cumming!"

The Bernese dog shivered, as his Dad nearly shouted in pleasure. His insides were flooded with the mastiff's seed, and his thrusts slowed down to a halt.

For a few minutes, the two collected their breaths. Ron pulled out of Dan, who flipped onto his back and leaned into the tub again. The mastiff couldn't resist leaning into the boy, pressing their bodies together as he looked into the younger dog's eyes.

"That was the best sex I've ever had..." Ron groaned, adjusting the mountain dog's ear with his fingers. "Is it bad that this doesn't bother me?"

"Well, considering how much I enjoyed it, it would be bad if it did. Heh heh..."

The Bernese blushed, and his ears raised as his father kissed his cheek.

"How do you feel, son?"

"I feel..." Dan pondered, before meeting his father's eyes. "I feel like this summer's going to be the best one yet."

"I reckon it just might..." The Mastiff mumbled, rubbing his nose against his son's before giving him a sensual kiss.

"Though we should actually shower. You're not going into my bed smelling like rain and cum" Ron mumbled, turning on the water and unplugging the drain.

"Yeah, that's probably for the best. And you said your bed?"

"Mmhmm" the Mastiff confirmed, beginning to scrub his son's head fur with body wash. The two continued to get clean, nuzzling into each other as they did so.

The two jump. Bubbles emerged from behind the Bernese' tail, making the Mastiff laugh.

"Shut up! That was just cum."

"Sure it was," His Dad laughed, until an odd metallic sound was heard from the bathtub. The water pressure weakened, all the way down to a trickle, before stopping entirely.

"Uh oh."