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This story is for adult audience only and as such contains scenes that would be considered unsuitable for readers under the age of 18. This story contains gay cub sex and therefore is only suited to those willing to read about such. You have been warned. Any reference to characters living or otherwise is purely coincidental and therefore does not carry any weight in any normal society. Now that that is out of the way, please enjoy the story.

The Glory Of A Summers Day- Part III

It was just a couple of hours after William had fallen into a deep, exhausted slumber, that Milo stirred in the next room. The cub yawned, rubbing his eyes and trying to roll over and out of the bed. But he felt strange, emptier than usual, as he staggered about clumsily in his room with a small meep. Milo caught himself with the wall, his little claws digging in so he didn't fall over and hurt himself.

The little wolf was confused, he hadn't felt like that before when waking up and it was strange that it had come from nowhere. He carefully sat on his bubbly rump on the ground and looked at his little crotch, feeling as if that was the part which was emptier than usual. Maybe it was some sort of reverse pee that he needed to get rid of? That was all the cub could think of, as he stood up again and pulled on a little pair of underwear that had been on the ground.

As soon as the material touched his little sheathe however, he eeped and whined, feeling extra sensitive down there. He had no clue what his father had done only hours earlier, but he did know that touching that part right now stung quite badly. The cub whimpered quietly and carefully pulled the underwear over it and up onto his hips, letting the waistband full slowly and slightly push into his fur and ruffle it up around the elastic. It wasn't painful though, so the little wolf plodded to the door, opening it and stepping out into the hallway, a pilgrimage to the bathroom in order.

Milo soon found himself padding into the soft, red carpets of the space between the upstairs rooms that was the hallway. He looked around, seeing if anything else had changed other than how his body felt. Everything seemed to be where it should be, every picture on the wall hanging in the same place it usually stood, the plants in each corner still positioned there and growing greener every day. The cub shrugged and chuckled as he heard a snore from behind him, hearing the tired noise of William's creation. Nothing else had changed, it was all the same as normal, so he decided to just pad down to the bathroom and slip inside quietly so as not to wake up his father from slumber.

Milo was greeted by the usual mid-morning gleam of porcelain and treated wood, shining off everything. The pup shut the door and locked it up, before lowering his underwear quickly and clamouring up onto the cold, white throne. He winced softly as the cold hit his rear, his body clamping instinctively before he relaxed himself. Milo shuddered and looked down, feeling a little sting as he relieved himself into the bowel of the toilet quickly. He didn't take long to tinkle to a halt, and the cub felt a little better now. He wiped up the last drops with a strip of two toilet tissues, making himself shudder as another small wave of uncomfort washed over him. He dropped the sheets into the water and hopped down turning around and pulling the chain and watching as his waste liquids disappeared down the hole.

The poor boy was starting to worry now, every time he seemed to do anything with his peepee it seemed to hurt a bit. The wolf boy pondered about it, as he softly lifted up his tight Y-fronts again and padded to the door to unlock and open it. As he padded once again into the hall he nodded to himself, deciding that he was going to ask his father about why he might be hurting down there. The cub reached the door, thinking a little and knocking on the door. When all he was answered by was a snore, he shrugged and pushed open the door quietly.

What poor Milo was greeted by made him gasp loudly, stopping in the doorway with his eyes widened and a deep red pool appearing in both his cheeks. There, caught in the glare of the blood orange morning son and the shadows that it brought with it, was William. The elder wolf was spread-eagled over the bed, his knotted shaft throbbing in the light and soaking wet from the canine's immensely pleasurable dreams. As it twitched about, an experienced eye would have seen that he was right on edge and ready to blow all over the place in a large wet dream.

Unfortunately, Milo's weren't experienced eyes, the complete opposite being true. He had never seen another person nude before and he had been caught in surprise at his father's size down there. But, there was something strange that the cub had noticed, it was different than his own a lot and he didn't really know why. Milo couldn't take his eyes off his father's large black rod, and soon found himself padding to the side of the bed to get a better look.

The cub soon reached his destination, literally inches from the other's maleness. He could see it quite clearly now, throbbing and twitching in the air, as though it was in some sort of pain. The young wolf wondered still why it was so different, after all that was the crotch of his own father; surely it couldn't be this different. He examined it all over, looking at all the subtle differences in it as well as the obvious ones, his childhood curiosity peaking.

The pup was soon finding himself gripped by the sudden desire to reach out and find out what that thing felt like. Acting on that impulse, the cub slowly moved his paws forward and wrapped them gently around the thick base of the cock, just above the knot. The young male could feel it bulge hard as he touched it, making him squeeze slightly and then he heard his father moan pleasurably to the hot paws now grasped around his pride and joy tightly.

Milo stopped, slightly scared that he'd accidently woken him up, afraid he might be doing something wrong by touching him in that private place. But somehow, he found himself not wanting to let go of it, loving the strangely exotic feel of the older wolf's heartbeat through the coursing veins in it. He wanted to feel the rest of the length, so he did just that, gliding his paws quite roughly up from the base right to the tip of his father's shaft, feeling every bulging vessel as he churred happily.

But he'd gone too far for poor William, who prior to that squeeze and stroke had been inches from his climax. Those wonderfully small, hot, fluffy paws dragging up his whole length was more than enough to send him overboard. With a loud howl, William exploded, seed shooting out high into the air and coating himself and the poor startled cub heavily. Milo meeped in surprise, getting a splash of the strange liquid in his mouth and on his cute, grey-furred face. After a few more slightly weaker shots, the flow stopped and left the older wolf panting quite heavily.

Milo pulled his paws off the black rod and pulled back looking slightly disgusted as he suspected highly that the strange goopy substance was urine. But the shot he'd gotten in his mouth was seeping into his taste buds and making him subconsciously murr at the strangely sweet and salty taste of the milky liquid. He loved it, suddenly not caring what it was and only knowing that he wanted more.

So the little cub cleaned his face off with a paw and then licked it clean, revelling in each lap of the lovely substance. Even when he was finished with that, the cub still found his hunger unquenched. Milo looked at his soaked father and licked his lips, stepping back toward him and jumping up onto the bed so he could lap slowly him clean of the cum. The young wolf made his way to the chest of William first, steadily cleaning him downward, getting every inch clean with his small tongue.

He got his toned chest clean first, making every visible part of it shimmer in the morning light, which had gotten much brighter since the cub had woken up. Milo kept enjoying the tasty, thick seed and made it down to William's stomach, slurping around his belly button carefully. The elder wolf eeped in his sleep, his body shivering as he giggled at the tickling sensation that his son's little tongue was giving him. The cub kept going lower still and licking at the fur just over his fathers black trophy.

But Milo started to hesitate, as he got nearer and nearer to his father's whitened member. Only once he had gotten everywhere else clean did the young canine even think about cleaning that, really unsure if he wanted to lick where he peed from. The cub shuddered and nodded to himself, thinking to himself that he had gone this far, why stop now. So, he moved down, taking his first lick at the other males exposed skin and shuddered hard as he did.

It tasted glorious. Milo couldn't believe just how good his father tasted on his shaft, the cub near-instantly lapping away at it swiftly and moaning gently in enjoyment of the taste. He quickly had the cock entirely clean and leant back a little, licking his lips clean of the gloriously textured liquid. But the young wolf froze solid as he looked up, seeing those wizened dark green eyes staring tiredly back into his own and watched him carefully. A slight smirk crossed William's muzzle, as he slowly became more and more aware of what his son had just done to him in his sleep "Morning there my hungry little boy, I bet you've had quite a bit of fun with me while I've been asleep haven't you?"...