If You Want Someone Done Right...
This was a slight challenge for me as it involved things that, at the time i was writing this story, I was unfamiliar with. But I think I did a good job given my inexperience and I think the story turned out very well.
If You Want Someone Done Right...
Written by: Zylen Andel
Commissioned by: Arty4014
It was a warm afternoon as the father and son made their way through the crowd to a near-by bench. "Ah, there we go son, let's take a break."
The wood looked worn and sunbleached, but still accommodated the combined weights of both the gryphones. The bags they were carrying around with them were slipped under the bench and the younger of the hybrids leaned his head back, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his black feathers. Both gryphones had the same black feathers, but the father had spots of white and gray feathers.
"We're taking another break because of you, old man."
"HA!" The father laughed, firmly slapping his son's chest, "You get these jokes in while you can boy. You're only eighteen once."
"I've been eighteen for a few months now, Dad."
The older gryphon was struck with sudden sadness as he remembered why they hadn't celebrated his son's eighteenth birthday on time. "I know, Marcus."
Hearing the depression in his dad's voice, Marcus cursed himself and tried to comfort the older male. "I'm sorry dad. I didn't mean anything by that."
"No, no. I know you didn't. I just...miss him. The fact that he died on your birthday was just a fucked up cosmic coincidence. No reflection on you."
He turned and saw some of the other fair-goers laughing and having a good time. Some of the older men were holding hands and kissing, groping each other - that could've been him. He chuckled and turned back to his son saying with tears stinging his eyes, "But today's all about you kiddo. I may not be as young as I used to be, but I'll be fine. What do you wanna do now?"
"Hmmm...how about we find an exciting ride to go on?"
The son stood up and stretched his tired muscles, bending and flexing his body with his father watching him intently. His muscles clearly bulged under his feathers and he looked very attractive. He realized he was staring, but was in no mood to quit as another realization hit his mind forcing a single tear out of his eye. Marcus - his son - looked just like his lost love wrapped in this soft sunlight.
"Marcus, you're gonna go away in about a year right? Off to college?"
Marcus grinned and sat back down, replying excitedly, "Yup. Well that's the plan anyw-" He turned and saw the solemn looks on the older gryphon's face, "Why? What's up dad?"
"You know I love you right?"
"Of course I do. Dad what's wrong?"
A hand was placed on Marcus' beak and the younger gryphon was silenced. His father continued, "Sometimes I'll look at you and all I see is Gabe. You remind me so much of him, I'm not ready to give up his memory, even a year from now."
The hand that stopped the boy's speech moved over the bony structure and stroked the cheek beyond it. "I want to have another child."
Marcus blushed furiously, knowing what that statement implied. His father wanted him to give birth to his younger brother - a situation that is common in their world. But the boy simply said nothing, letting his mind wander. The timing would be perfect, nine months for the pregnancy and three to four months to get back into shape and say his goodbye before he continues with his life. He looked at his father, the man that had done such a good job of raising him into the man that he is - how could he deny him another opportunity to shape the life of his potential brother.
"Okay. I'll do it." Marcus saw his father smile and it made him happy as well. "How long do you think it's gonna take us to home from here?"
"Home?" The older gryphon chuckled as he began to unbutton his shirt, "We're gonna do it right now, son. Don't be shy, you look damn good for a kid your age."
The shirt came off and people walking by began to slow their paces, knowing what was about to happen. The black feathers with those gray and white spotted feathers made his father look so ruggedly handsome that the boy had to blush. He grinned even with his heavy blush as he lifted his t-shirt and exposed his own toned body, with just a little bit of baby fat left on it. His feathers were solid black with a sexy blue triangle upside down on his back. The point of that triangle ended in the small of his back - as if serving as a guide to the eyes behind him.
Marcus smiled, "I can't believe we're gonna do this here."
Dad laughed, standing to undo the fastners of his pants and earning more than a few whistles of approval from the gathering crowd - even more when he let them fall to his ankles. The elder gryphon was by no means feable, he had muscles that any man would like to have and they fit well on his frame to boot. His black feathers had begun to dull into gray ones - either from his age or stress - but it made the hybrid look even more attractive.
A simple pair of light blue boxers was all that was obscuring the view of Dad's package, although from the way his boxers are bulging there was not much left to imagine. A bear called out from the crowd, "Come on Donald, get your lazy boy's ass in gear we wanna see some action."
Marcus blushed deeply but stood up, his hands fumbling with the button on his jeans. The young gryphon gasped when he saw his father's hands move his own away and undo the button and the zipper. Donald kneeled down and lowered the pants over his son's toned legs, appreciating all the care he took in his body. The musky - and slightly damp - white thong spoke of his son's increasing arousal.
"Damn son, you're a hot piece of ass aren't you?"
Marcus looked around at the crowd and saw them watching the two of them in their intimate moment. His heart began to race and his mind wanted to resist - to stop this whole thing from happening - at least until he felt a tongue licking at his bulge. He moaned and he heard people laugh, they were getting aroused too. The son felt his cock straining the fabric even more with every throb of his shaft and beat of his heart.
"Lose your thong son." Donald stood and softly gripped his son's beak and turned his gaze to his own, "There's no turning back now."
The younger gryphon had to agree, if only to spare he and his father from getting mobbed by the surrounding males - they expected a good show after all. So he reached his hands down and to the white fabric that stood out so well agaisnt his jet black feathers. His fingers seemed slow, but the smile that crossed his beak was one he wore when he wanted to tease someone. The adrenaline now coursing through him made it easier to slip into the romantic moment he was about to have with his father.
The thong slipped down over his ample but toned butt cheeks, exposing his most precious hole to the crowd. Donald chuckled, trying to hide just how aroused he was watching his son getting naked for him. He used his wings to move his boxers down his legs, stepping out of them without moving his hungry eyes away from his son's body. The crowd responded with more cheers as the males now stood naked in front of them. Donald smiled to his son, beckoning him over with a seductive finger, "Come here boy."
Despite the crowd staring at him, Marcus was quite surprised to find himself rock hard and walked towards his father. The younger gryphon smiled, blushing furiously, but he wanted this - wanted to give his father another child. His eyes spoke only of his need to serve his father and he instinctively kneeled when he reached him. Donald smiled and petted his son's head, his hard cock rubbing the boy's neck.
"You know what to do. So get to it."
The crowd roared their various statements of approval and Marcus could only smile as the dream that made many of his nights wet and sticky began to come true. His hands reached up and touched the thick musky shaft of his father's, the gray rod throbbing in his hands. Lowering his gaze to his hands, Marcus lean forward and sniffed at the flesh log in his hands. The scent was intoxicating and made him even more determined to see this through. He opened his beak and looked back up to his father as he slid the cock into his mouth.
Donald heard the 'yeahs' and 'about times', but all he was focused on was his son. The younger gryphon looked just like Gabe when he was on his knees - with his cock in his beak. The larger gryphon smiled and petted the boy's head, loving how warm and inviting his throat was, even as he humped forward. Marcus gagged a few times, but quickly readjusted himself, making his dad proud. Some of the members of the crowd had pulled over some benches and seats to relax while enjoying the show. Others had just simply sat on the ground, but everyone was watching the two of them - with very tented pants.
Each thrust was hard and made the larger male shudder at the tightness of the throat gripping him. The force with which his son was sucking his cock made his muscles feel weak and he smiled smugly as he let loose a jet of milk down the throat. The milk carried vitamins and nutrients, like any other milk, but it also carried testosterone and enzymes that hightened sexual desire for those that ingested it. The milk also acted a lubricant, making the hard cock slide around in the tight throat very easily.
Marcus was surprised by the milk spray, but eagerly drank it down, loving the viscous fluid washing over his tongue and down his gullet. It meant that his father had been thinking about this for awhile, which only reienvforced his desire to give his father what he wanted. He gripped his dad's calves and sucked hard on the milky cock, the points of his beak touching the base of the shaft. He heard moans from his father and cheers from the crowd that was watching them. He felt their eyes on his body, but knew they would keep their distance. There were unstated rules that would prevent anyone from actively participating - unless they were invited.
"God damn, son. You've got a golden tongue."
Neither father or son had it in them to stop what they were doing, their passion for each other making it hard to even slow down. Donald fucked his son's throat firmly, but slowly. The younger male sucking happily on the thick musky meat, feeling it throb and pulse in his mouth. More moans came form the older gryphon's beak, but they turned to grunts as his balls churned with cum.
"You want it don't you, boy? To make me a daddy again?"
Marcus blushed even harder as he felt the cock slip past the back of his throat. The tight warmth gripped the cock and every time the male sucked on it, it felt as if it swelled inside of him. Then his eyes widened as he felt the rush of cum into his throat, but he kept up his suction. Donald chuckled to this and held onto his son's head as he pulled out, letting his cum wash over the tongue and splash inside his mouth. Then it popped out of the beak with a wet splotch and warm seed splashed over the young gryphon's face and chest.
The crowd yelled their approval as the two men shared this moment of passion with them. The younger gryphon smiled as he licked what he could off of his face. Donald was breathing heavily, but grinned down on his boy - the same one that looked so much like his lost love. He gripped the boy's shoulders and helped him stand up, looking into his eyes with all the same passion that he had with Gabe.
The older gryphon smirked and said with lust coloring his tone, "Bet you think you're pretty hot stuff huh?"
The younger gryphon - cum still on his face - replied with equal lusts, "Yeah. Yeah I do."
Donald sat back on the bench, spreading his arms out over the back of the bench and displaying his body proudly. Marcus was speechless as he beheld his father's form, free of the musk that dominated his senses he was able to clearly see the muscles under the dark feathers. Each one was thick and rippling with the effort of inticing his son and the crowd.
Another sexy smirk crossed the father's beak as he said assertively, "Come sit on daddy's lap. And don't turn your back on me boy.
Marcus was excited with fear and adrenaline, he body was shaking as he made his way over to his father. Soon he found himself standing in front of the gryphon - his dad. He slowly lifted a bent leg and gasped when he felt strong hands squeeze his butt cheeks and pull him onto bench. He blushed hard when he felt the long pulsing flesh of his dad's cock rubbing between those same butt cheeks. Marcus gripped the bench, moaning softly as his backside was perfectly presented to the crowd.
"Yeah, you want my cock don't you?" Donald asked even though it was clearly obvious that his son wasn't going anywhere - he wasn't even trying to resist.
The two males kissed, groping and rubbing each other, forgetting the crowd was there. Their world had shrunk to just the two of them, their passions and their need to be joined. Donald broke the kiss, grunting as he forces his cock into the tight space between Marcus' cheeks. The young male gasped and groaned as he was filled by his father's cock spearing him and spreading him open over it's wide girth. The crowd approved wildly as they watched the cock disappear into the trembling young gryphon.
They saw the muscles of both males flexing as the they made love in front of them. The moans they heard only made them all more excited to watch. The air was electric with the buzzing arousal of so many males, but still they just watched. Marcus moaned and arched his back, his own hard cock rubbing over his dad's belly and chest. The old man still had a damn good body, and right now, he was experiencing it first hand.
"Oh god, dad...you're...so good."
"I know...that boy. Now take it...all the way...in."
Donald thrusted harder at the same time he gripped his son's hips and pulled them down, impaling the young gryphon. They both moaned loudly once again aware of how close they were as Marcus wrapped his arms around his father's neck. The two men loved each other and their love was fueling their movements with the same amount of excitement as their lusts. The fact that they were doing this in public only made their heart pound and their cocks throb. It was accepted in this world, but still exciting.
Donald pressed his beak to his son's and sucked the boy's tongue into his mouth. Their eyes met and in that moment, all their lust faded. They were joined and wanted the same thing - a life that thier love made possible. The scene was made even more intimate when both pairs of wings touched and danced together, moving in the same fashions as the bodies they were attached to.
Each firm thrust was met with an equally powerful clench. These strong physical pleasures were bringing both of them to their peaks. The crowd knew it too; they were all waiting for the payoff after watching such a hot display of love and affection. Marcus moaned into the hot kiss as he felt his body buzzing with his pent up climax. One final thrust shoved both males over the edge of their individual but joined bliss.
Father and son break their kiss, but only to shout in pure bliss as their orgasms hit at the same time. Marcus arched his back, gripping his dad's shoulders, as his cock spurted his sticky cream all over the black and gray belly and chest. The force was such that some even made it up over his head and the landed on the ground behind them. Donald's climax was just as potent as he felt his cock throbbing inside of his son. His hands were holding tightly to his boy's hips, scratching the fur and skin tenderly.
The crowd offers cheers of admiration for a good show, and admiration for the love they saw between the two males. The crowd began to disperse - albeit with large wet bulges in their pants. Marcus' orgasm subsided and he fell forward hugging his father, his warm cum smearing between them. The warmth streaming from his father's cock was still filling his insides but seemed to be slowing. Donald ran his hands over his son's back, comforting the younger male as he is filled with his potential sons.
"You...did good...son." Donald kisses his younger gryphon's cheek, enjoying this moment with him as a single tear leaked from his eye.
Marcus leaned up and saw the tear sliding down his father's face, his blissful expression turned to one of concern, "What's...wrong...dad?"
Donald leaned his head back, looking up at the sky as if looking at something - or someone - particular, He hugged his son tightly to his chest, letting their heart beats begin to beat together as they will for the next few months...and years after they have parted ways. "Nothing. Nothing at all."
~~~FIN~~~