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This is my first attempt at a gay story This chapter takes place after when Mufasa rescues Simba and Nala, when they come home. I do not own any of the characters in this series. They all belong to Disney. If you're under 18, don't read this. - Simba ran through the grass laughing, hoping to catch up to his dad. He was glad his father was done lecturing him. He hated to see his had mad at him. When he got close enough, he pounced and tackled his dad onto the ground, "Gotcha!" he yelled. Mufasa rolled around in the dew filled grass laughing as Simba climbed onto his mane, biting his ear. When his son let go of his ear, he heard him panting. "Dad?" Simba asked. Mufasa looked up, barely seeing his son's face, "Hmm?" "We're pals right?" Simba asked. "Heh Heh," he laughed as it made the ground quake, "Right." Simba's ears perked up, Yes! He's not mad at me anymore! "And we'll always be together, right?" Mufasa sighed. He knew this day would one day come. He leaned his head up, forcing Simba taller. "Simba, let me tell you something that my father told me." His smile widened, thinking back to his dad, remembering the talk that his father gave him when he was a little older than Simba's age right now. He rose his head towards the sky. He looked at his father's star. He spoke in that all knowing voice again, "Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. Simba eagerly listened, as he would remember this lesson for the rest of his life, "Really?" he asked.

  Mufasa smiled, "Yes. So whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you... and so will I." - They sat there for a long time. Simba loved moments like these, just hanging around with his dad, talking about stories he'd learned from his father's childhood. He has as much stories as Uncle Rafiki! A sick gazelle limped by the two lions. They decided to put the gazelle out of its misery, and killed it. The young cub remembered his father's lesson of the Circle of Life. The two had a midnight snack while Mufasa continued on with his stories. Simba was amazed to realize how many similarities between his dad and himself. They had been to the same places before. Mufasa's curiosity as a cub was just as abundant as Simba's curiosity now. "When I was your age," Mufasa began, "I used to wander all around my dad's kingdom; I even went to the Elephant Graveyard like you did today. Whenever my dad caught me wandering off, especially to dangerous places like the Elephant Graveyard, he would get so mad."

  Simba's ears perked up, he swallowed the meat in his mouth and smiled, "So does that mean I can wander off like you?" The elder lion glared at his son, "No!" he bellowed. "But you--" Simba began. Mufasa realized that he just scared his cub, he lowered his tone to a more friendly voice, "Son, there are very dangerous animals here. I've tried to force them to stay out of the Pridelands, but even so often, some animals, like the hyenas, which sneak into our kingdom. They won't hesitant to hurt you." He pulled his son close to him. "I could not bare to see you hurt. Simba?" "Yeah dad?" "I love you." "I love you too dad." "And I promise, I'll do everything I can, to keep you from harm's way." - They continued to talk about themselves, when Simba bought up a question, "Dad? Um, how did you and Mom, um, ...get together?"Get together? What does he mean by that? "Like how we met?" Simba's ears, flattened, I can't believe I'm asking this. "Um, no, like how you got together." Suddenly, Mufasa got what his son was saying. He had smelled his son's scent on Nala on the way back from the Elephant Graveyard, he had totally forgotten about it, cause he was mad at Simba at that time. How am I going to explain that to Sarabi? "Um... yeah... well... you see... umm..." There's no way I can tell him. He remembered it all sadly...

  "Mufasa! Stop! It hurts! I don't want this!" Sarabi cried. "Hold still Sarabi!" Mufasa growled. Mufasa remembered that he was just about Simba's age when he 'forced' Sarabi, "Well son..." Simba smiled. He knew that his father was blushing under his golden fur, making his cheeks orange in color, Simba smiled and his ears perked up, Come on dad! Just spit it out! Mufasa said quickly, "We just got together like you and Nala." Simba sunk down in the grass; he was hoping to make his dad give details. The little cub returned to the gazelle. Ideas buzzed around in his head, about what he would ask his dad next. Mufasa on the other paw, was in agony, he couldn't get the image of raping his mate out of his head. The lion king was deeply ashamed at what he did, but it lead to a wonderful relationship. He tried to focus his thoughts on some of the more pleasurable times he had with Sarabi, the time where they spent the night by the water hole, beneath their rock home. This made his sheath tingle, and his cock swell a bit. The grass tinkling him just made it worse. Mufasa didn't think that he should generate a boner in front of his son, but it was better than living in the horrid memories of his own mind.

  After Simba became full from the gazelle, he looked up to his dad. Strangely, Mufasa was humming with his eyes closed. His head swayed back and forth. His son wondered what his dad was thinking about. "Umm, dad, can we go home now?" Mufasa snapped back to reality. He realized that his cock came fully out of its sheath. There was no way he could walk home with his overgrown rod banging against his legs. There was no way he could possibly move at all with his cock this way. "Hey Simba." "Yeah dad?" "I'm gonna teach you something." "What dad?" The elder lion sat down on the grass, exposing is cock to both the cold night breeze, and to Simba. His son raised his eyebrows. Although he has seen his own cock while erect while he was with Nala, he has never seen another male's rod. Simba blushed when he realized he was staring at his dad's shaft. He couldn't help it. The entire length was a light shade of pink, and it was much larger than his own cock. The veins running along side of his dad's cock were as thick as his cub claws. His eyes wandered even lower, and Simba saw his dad's furry ball sack, again, it was much bigger than his own. The little lion cub wondered how someone could walk with those giant tools hanging from underneath them.

  Simba heard Mufasa clear his throat, "Simba, come closer." He obeyed, and walked towards his father. When he thought he got close enough, Simba stopped, he was weary from getting too close to his dad's cock. "Come closer, don't be afraid of it." His son's walk slowed to a crawl towards his father's massive girth. Soon, Simba got the closest he could without touching it. His nose took a whiff of the head. The little cub was stunned by its assertive musky smell. "You like that smell son?" "It's okay, I guess," his cub answered. Mufasa smiled, At least he's not running away. "Son, I'm gonna teach you a trick to how to please a lion." Simba looked up to his dad in confusion, his head tilted to the side, then Mufasa realized that his son didn't know the other meaning of the word 'please.' To the little one, 'please' meant the word to get your parents to do what they want. "Umm, how to make a lion happy," he corrected himself. He saw Simba smile and nodded his head in understandment. Simba wanted to know something, now that he was with Nala, he wondered what to do next, "Will the trick work on Nala?"

  By now, the air became colder, and Mufasa wanted warmth for his lionhood, "Yeah, she'll like it," he lied, "Now, wrap your lips around the tip." Simba reluctantly, opened his mouth and placed it on the very tip of the cock. Mufasa barely felt Simba's soft lips on the head. "Take more of it into your muzzle." He held his paw on his cub's head to guide him along his length. Simba used his teeth to move onto the prick. His father gritted his teeth, "Watch the teeth. They hurt." Then Simba realized that a paw was pushing him down, so he could let it do the pushing for him. The tip of the cock hit the back of his throat. Simba heard Mufasa sigh blissfully, He's right! This does make a lion happy! Mufasa didn't want Simba to deep throat it. First off, he didn't want to harm his son's throat. The barbs would no doubt scrap his vocal cords. To damage to them this early would surely scar him for life. And second, if Sarabi heard Simba's hoarse voice, then she would know what the two had been doing and certainly stopped having sex with her mate, something Mufasa was not about to risk. The large lion sighed; his son's warm muzzle was a nice shelter for his cock, even though most of his length was still exposed to the open air.

  Simba just got the head and a little of the shaft of his dad. He used his tongue to work it around his mouth. Little barbs tickled his cheeks and made him giggle around the massive meat inside of his muzzle. The taste of the cock wasn't as overwhelming as its smell. Simba didn't thought it was a bad taste, but it wasn't as good of a taste as the gazelle he had recently eaten. He looked up to his dad with eager eyes that read, Now what? Mufasa shifted his ass so he would be more comfortable sitting on the grass. His son's small muzzle was hotter than he had expected. Ever since Simba was born, he had wanted to stuff his lion hood into his maw, now he was living the dream. When he looked down, he saw Simba wasn't doing anything; he was just looking up at him. Mufasa wanted to teach him how to properly suck a male's cock; for diplomatic reasons of course. "Uhh, use your tongue to lick the head, and be careful of your teeth." Mufasa felt Simba's course tongue try to move, but it was pinned down by the meat. The old lion chuckled, "Here, let me help."

  He pulled his son's head back a little bit, so not even the entire head was in his maw. Simba's tongue was freed, and he obeyed his dad's wishes. He licked all over the head, getting more of the musky taste and smell. At first, Simba didn't like the overpowering smell, but now he started to enjoy it more. The young lion grabbed his dad's shaft and pulled more length into his willing muzzle. When he got as much cock into his muzzle as he could, but still having room so his tongue could move around. He stopped and flicked his tongue over the urethra, getting drops of an unknown substance to the cub. He thought it was pee, because this is where pee comes out of him. But the liquid was thicker than pee, and it didn't smell as bad. It had a good taste, it just had a little bit of sweetness in it. Simba loved it, whatever it was. It matched nicely with the musk emitting from Mufasa's tools. Simba was going to ask his dad what it was, but then he remembered that his dad had a paw on his head, so he couldn't move. Oh well, he thought, I'll just ask him later. I can't wait to try this trick with Nala!

  He licked the very tip again, hoping for more pre. Instead of oozing out, the pre shoot into his muzzle. Simba was more than happy to swallow it down, right after he moved it around with his tongue to taste it again. Mufasa smiled, he loved seeing lions and lionesses becoming cock sluts. The fact that he was teaching his own son, turned him on even more. His own flesh was sucking on his "flesh." The cock enlarged in his muzzle, making even less space in his mouth. The barbs flexed outward, ticking the entrance of his throat. He could feel his son swallowing around his rod, making his maw fully encompass his raging cock. "Ohh, I'm getting close!" Mufasa pulled out of his son's maw. There was no doubt in Mufasa's mind that his son would choke on his cum if he fired off in his muzzle. He aimed the tip towards Simba's head. "Keep your muzzle open, I'm going to give you a drink," he growled as he vigorously beat himself off. At his peak, Mufasa let out a roar that echoed across the savanna. His furry sack contracted towards his body as cum erupted out of his cock.

  Simba waited eagerly for what was going to happen, but he didn't know what to expect. He just sat there with his jaw open and his tongue hanging out. When he saw his father point his prick at him, he thought he was going to pee on him. What came out however, was very different indeed. Mufasa's royal seed shoot into Simba's maw, and soon filled it up. Simba closed his eyes and muzzle, as Mufasa finished his load on his son's head and the rest of his small body. Simba swished the unknown cream in his mouth. Well; it doesn't smell like pee, he thought. Simba felt thick liquid cling to his golden fur and matted it down. Mufasa smiled as he looked down at his son, His first blowjob. He couldn't have been more proud. Then he saw Simba whimpering with his eyes closed. Mufasa got back on all fours and whispered in his ear. "It's over now, you can open your eyes." Simba looked up to his father. He shook his body to try to get the cum off of him, but it just stuck to his body. "We'll take a bath soon, don't worry," he heard.

  Mufasa saw his son with bulging cheeks. He laughed, "Swallow son, you always swallow." Simba obeyed and swallowed his father's seed. The elder lion patted his head, "How does it taste?" His son smacked his lips, "It's okay. It's slimy but satisfying." The king chuckled, "Let's go take a bath, oh Simba," Mufasa said. "Yeah dad?" "Promise me you won't tell your mother. Whatever you do, please don't tell your mother." Simba smiled, "Alright." How did I do? And can people tell me if they thought of this while watching the movie, or think it would have been great if it was, or just what you think of this chapter.