{"sf1_id":543590,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Father-Son Bonding","author":"Zwoosh-K9","words":3177,"posted_at":"2013-05-27T14:22:00.000Z","tags":["Bareback","Cat","Creampie","Drama","Feline","Gay","Gay Relationships","Incest","M/M","Musk","Son","Spooge","beard","blow job","boy","father","fucking","hairy","hung","thick"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/543590-father-son-bonding","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/543590","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=543590\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Warning: Gay Incest 18+\nThis story contains steamy father-on-son sex. Ain't your cup of tea? Don't read then. Go back a few pages and start over. I will not be held accountable if you are underage (meaning you must be 18 or over) or if such content offends or disturbs you. If it is illegal to view such material in your country or local area then you are to leave this page immediately.You have been warned. You will read at your own risk. All the characters involved in this story are of legal consenting age.\nTitle: Father \u0026 Son: Play Time\nFeatures: M/M Incest\nLength: 3196 Words\nSpecies: Cats\nDescription: Derrick has had a rough time trying to connect with his son, lost years ago after custody was taken away from him. What better way than to work out their differences than through hot sex?\nInspired by this art: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10683792/\nCharacters and artwork are © to: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/nicolas0113\nStory is © to me","content":"Derrick opened the door for his son, stepping just off to\nthe side to allow his brooding son inside. Inwardly, he sighed, wishing that\nPeter and he had a better relationship instead of the cold, shell of a one they\npretended was alright; things had never been the same since Derrick had come\nout to his wife as being bisexual. That was over ten years ago, when Peter had\nbeen only eight, and now just after his maturing birthday things were still no\nbetter. The unhappy cat kicked off his shoes, much to his father's annoyance,\"Oi!\" He called up, his voice gruff and hardened. Peter paid\nno attention; go figure. The larger, older cat sighed bitterly to himself. He'd\nturned out to be some father. He missed most of Peter's childhood once his wife\nwon the custody of him, and soon it became a question of Peter only seeing him\nduring a holiday once a year and on special occasions rather than the agreed\nevery other weekend and Wednesdays... Derrick cast his eyes towards the the picture of the three\nof them hung in the hall; he had his arm wrapped around Eleanor's, his wife, shoulder\nwhist his other paw cupped her own. She held the bundle of fluff he now called\nPeter, his son. The picture had been taken three months after their cub was\nborn, and Derrick remembered the following seven years with mounting misery; he\nhad descended into an internal depression he refused to share, and battled with\nconflicting emotions. He loved his wife. Eleanor and Peter were his whole\nworld, and he wanted nothing more than to keep them from harm. But a dark,\nniggling corner of his mind made him trawl through the internet, gawping at the\nsight of young, skinny men, unashamedly exposing themselves for the camera.\nThen he'd moved to videos, from kink to kink until eventually he was well\nversed in the art of homosexuality. He believed it stemmed from a series of gay\nexperiences with some friends on time during the summer holidays; either that\nor he simply liked both sexes. Eventually he boiled it down to one conclusion.\nHe was bisexual, and happy about it. Telling Eleanor though had been an ordeal... He took her aside\none night after a romantic evening, and he could tell by her body language and\nthe hazy eyes that she expected an equally steamy night. But Derrick had taken\nher aside and told her the truth, about how he felt, and that he was honestly\nand fully in love with her, but that he liked guys too. She apparently didn't\nlike it, and after a violent and angry tirade of colourful insults, she stormed\nout the house after hastily packing bags for both her and Peter. He never saw\nher again until he received a letter from her solicitor that she wanted a\ndivorce and that she would take Peter. He gladly accepted the divorce, but\nfought tooth and nail for his son. He lost - in more ways than one.Peter had grown up into a fine young man at the paws of his\nmother and stepfather. Fred had been more of a dad than Derrick could have been\nanyway, despite the cats desperate attempts to show the more financially secure\nand defiantly straight panther up. He was not unlike his father, with a strong\nbuild and courageous personality, but Derrick saw everything that reminded him\nof Eleanor in the kid. They shared the same smile, the same sparkling eyes, and\neven had the same tastes of food, music, and all sorts. It was incredibly\nunfair, as every time Derrick now saw his son his mind was cast back to the\ngood days where he had Eleanor. The big cat growled to himself, and shrugged off the\nbattered brown leather jacket, tossing it over the bannister and heading into\nthe kitchen. There was a message left on the answering machine, the red\nblinking light innocently telling him that someone had called. He thumbed the\n'play' key, and busied himself tidying up the table in preparation for dinner\ntonight as he listened.\"Hey, Derrick, hi...\nIt's me, Sam. Listen... Last night was great, and I had a really fun time. You\ncertainly know how to impress a guy, but... Um... I don't think things are going to\nwork out. You're an awesome guy, don't get me wrong, but see, I've met this\nother guy and I think he and I have more chemistry than we ever did so... Sorry?\nAnyway, sorry again for wasting your time, you're a good man, don't give up\nhope, and I wish you and your son luck for the future. Bye!\"Derrick had stopped clearing the table. The papers in his\nhand were scrunched up, his fists unconsciously balling up in anger. How dare\nthat son of a bitch dump him on the phone! He might not have minded if the guy\nhad shown up in person, or even then at least called and talked to him on the\nphone and not just leave a message like a coward. With a seething snarl forming\nin his throat, the cat counted down from ten slowly in his head; he'd often had\nquite the temper, and before Peter was born he'd attended anger management\nclasses at his wife's request. He'd always been somewhat of a problem child\nwhen he was younger, and had associated with the wrong crowd - he bore the\nmarks to prove it, with tattoos and a rugged, rough look which he still\nmaintained for the sheer sexiness her believed it had.He stroked over his dark brown goatee, sighing with a bitter\nresentment for Sam. That guy had been a size queen, and had been draping\nhimself over all the big guys from the very first moment they'd met. Derrick\nknew he had been fooling himself into believing that he'd genuinely wanted a\nrelationship when he'd finally settled on him. They had shared a bed that night\nafter they'd gone out clubbing. Maybe he was just getting too old for the\ndating scene...A heavy sense of loneliness washed over him, and then\nsettled on top of his chest. He hated this... a huge, empty house, an empty bed,\nand a wedding ring that had been tainted by the ruined marriage he longed to\nonce more have. All he had left now was Peter, and even then it was a sour,\nhollow victory that left a rank taste in his mouth. Derrick fought back tears\nas he headed abruptly out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Peter's room was\nthe first on the left, and he entered swiftly only to met by the most jaw\ndropping sight.Peter was completely naked, with his paw wrapped tightly\naround his pre-slick length, his laptop on top of his hold childhood table with\nsome young effeminate looking husky getting pounded hard by a furious looking\nbull.There was a moment of awkward silence as Derrick realised he'd\nwalked in on his son jacking off whilst Peter had to take a moment to figure\nout there was someone behind him. Their eyes met, and they shared a long, dark\nmoment where neither spoke nor moved. \"Um...\" Derrick drawled, the bitterness of his life forgotten\nin that instant, replaced with the shock of seeing his son naked. He fought\nback the bulge that grew in his pants; it was his own son for goodness sake!\n\"Hey?\"Peter didn't respond. He just gulped nervously as he carried\non staring at his father. Derrick was at a loss as to what to do. Should he\nreprimand him? He hadn't technically done anything wrong - he'd whacked off to\nsome guy getting buggered by a hung male plenty of times, especially when he\nwas younger - and though Derrick wasn't really comfortable with the thought\nthat he was doing it right now where all his old memories of a young cub were -\nDerrick had never gotten around to clearing the room of all the sentimental\nchildhood toys and trinkets; it always saddened him whenever he tried to take\nthem down - he didn't see any other way around it. It wasn't even illegal\neither; Peter was eighteen now. He'd reach the final level of adulthood. The\nsilence continued, and Derrick caught sight of Peter's eyes, those eyes that\nlooked so much like Eleanor's, flitting down his body and towards his now\ngrowing bulge. The younger cat licked his lips, and suddenly derrick realised\nthat he wasn't on the only one with fucked up incestuous thoughts. \"Oh Pete...\" He cooed softly, his crotch taking over for him\nas years of not being there and all the times he'd let either himself or Peter\ndown were all swept away. His lips abruptly met Peter's, and they shared a kiss\nthat t first his son didn't reciprocate. Derrick panicked, thinking he'd made a\npoor judgement, but then he felt the warm tip of Peter's tongue meet his own,\npressing against his mouth. The kid even smelt like her... His fur had the same\nelegant touch against his own, and their bodies were identical in their slender\nand grace.He held Peter's heavy weight against him, grinding his\ncrotch against his son's own nakedness, and his was cast back to times from\nwhen he and Eleanor would take a romantic night just to themselves... His eyes\nclenched shut in the memory, and for a moment he simply forgot he was holding\nPeter and envisioned Eleanor there instead. He inhaled much more sharply,\nletting her scent fill his senses, overwhelming him. His paws ran along her\nsides, cupping her hips until he reached down and took each of her cheeks into\nhis palms, kneading them and spreading them, letting his bulge grind against\nher needing hole. Parting his lips when he heard the groans of bliss, he\npressed his mouth against hers and she obediently gave him entrance, suckling\non his tongue like she always did so cutely. He laid claim to her mouth,\ndominating it with his thick muscles as he feasted her delicious taste. \"I've been watching\nyou dad...\" He breathed as he broke the kiss, both of them blissfully playing\nignorant of the fact they were related. Peter whispered as he restrained\nhimself, \"Whenever I've stayed over and you're showering, when you bring other\npeople home with you... I've seen a lot, and there's stuff online...\" Fuck... that\nwas how Derrick had started. He was determined not to let his son fall suspect\nto the disasters that lay ahead of him. He would support his son, and make sure\nhe understood his sexuality to its every corner. \"Please dad... let me make you\nhappy again. I want us to be happy\nagain.\"The young adult cat slid to the floor, watching his father\nwith beady eyes as those paws continuously rubbed over his crotch. Derrick made\nno attempt to stop him, and instead breathed heavily, his chest heaving from\nthe force as though it took all his effort to breathe. His thoughts were\nclouded with an eerie sharpness and hazy lust as Peter reached for the button\nto his fly, undoing it with a little clumsiness. He heard the stark zip as he\nthen pulled the fly down, the waistband of his jeans suddenly becoming slack.\nHe felt his bulge grow an inch or two more, and Peter's eyes fluttered as the\ndark scent of musk hit his nose. Acting on impulse, the cat pressed his nose\nhard against the sweaty fabric and breathed in. Derrick moaned loudly, his paw\nsnaking to the back of his son's head and holding him there, feeling the wind\nrush around his junk and driving him wild. \"Pete... why don't you pull my underwear down and give your\nold man a kiss...\" Peter obliged, using his caressing paws to prise down the big\ncat's briefs. He felt the cool air wash onto his swollen sheath and apple-sized\nballs. Peter planted several kisses along his dad's sheath, tonguing the balls with\nan excellent precision that made Derrick doubt that this was his son's first\ntime. He groaned, sighing as he rolled his head back, his eyes slid shut. He\nfelt his member begin to slip free of its warm moist confines. Peter gave a\ngasp of surprise followed by a low grunt, and he improvised by kissing the very\ntip of his father's cock. He was rewarded with a sticky glob of Derrick's heavy\npre, and he smacked his lips, marvelling at the bitter taste that seemed to\nmake his palette crave for more. He opened his mouth, accepting the thickening\nmeat into his tiny maw and began to suck, much like he'd seen many furs do the\nsame before him. Derrick had to resist the urge to buck into his son's\nclutching throat, feeling the head push deeper and deeper down. He was startled\nwhen Peter's nose was shoved deeply into his pubic fur, glancing down to see\nhis entire length buried down his son's gullet. It would seem that he had\ninherited his father's lack of a gag reflex, and Peter was using it to his\nadvantage. He felt the muscles contract and massage his pink cock, and he very\nnearly came at the sight of such a young, small, graceful male blowing him off\nso well and taking him so deeply. \"Peter... do you know what daddy does to the people he brings\nhome?\" His son shook his head in a guise of innocence, though Derrick could see\nby the look behind his eyes that he knew every sordid detail. \"Daddy fucks\nthem,\" Derrick stated bluntly, looking down at Peter as he continued to glide\nbackwards and forwards over his engorged dick, \"And I want to fuck you...\"A lusty, seductive shine glimmered in his son's eyes, and\nPeter nodded, letting his father's cock slurp from his muzzle. It made the younger\ncat shiver as he felt the wet pop quiver on his lips. His father raised up a\npaw to stop him for a second,\"We'd best get me out of these clothes first...\" Peter nods once more; Derrick took his time as he peeled\naway his clothes. However he was shocked to find the eager paws of his son\nhelping him out of his garments. He stepped out of his boxers and jeans,\nkicking them aside as his son pulled up his shirt. It was tossed away to join\nthe other discarded clothes. Soon they stood there, both naked, and Derrick ate\nup the sight of his son; he had aged through puberty well and boasted a\nbeautiful body, with the softest of furs and a glorious blend of gold and\nbrown. His markings were almost identical to his own, and he had such a\ngorgeous face that embodied everything of Eleanor's. His cock throbbed at the\nthought of fucking his kid, feeling himself plough through tight flesh. His son\nwas a handsome man, and Derrick was proud of him in every way.The older cat sat back onto the edge of the bed and spread his\nlegs apart. Reaching down, he picked up his son by the backs of his thighs, and\ndrew him close. The majority of his weight now rested against Derrick's chest,\nand gripping each cheek with his beefy paws and pulled apart the cute boy's\nass. His head ground against the boy's tight hole, the velvet skin sending\ntingling jolts of pleasure down his length. He pressed his forehead against his\nson's as though to brace him,\"This might hurt...\" He spoke softly, gently rubbing their\nheads together. Derrick assumed that though his son was rehearsed in such acts,\nhe wasn't quite up to par with him on taking such a huge piece of meat. Peter\ngrimaced, preparing himself for the worst as Derrick began to lower him. At\nfirst there was a whimper of pain as his thick head speared the boy's hole, and\nhe whined as the barbs grated along the rim. But the agonised expression on his\nson's face soon melted away into one of content and increasing pleasure; his\ntool dug deeper and deeper into Peter's hole until the boy lay flush with his\nlap, \"Good boy... such a juicy boy.\" He gave a tentative thrust, feeling his pre\nshoot and lubricate the clenching hole, \"My\njuicy boy.\"Derrick bounced Peter in his lap, and the boy whimpered and\nmoaned as electrifying pulses coursed through his body. His manhood, though not\nquite fully formed, stood at its fullest hardness, dribbling over Derrick's\ntreasure trail that led up to the thick bush on his chest. The boy's paws ran\nthrough his coarser fur, and tugged on it as he grunted, the massive cock\nreworking his insides. He could feel his innards contort and mould around his\nfather's meat, and it pleased him to see his dad in such pleasure. His eyes\nwere glistening with the pride of seeing his son take to his cock so well.\nTheir tails intertwined, the boy's much smaller tail, adorned with an adorable\ngreen ribbon, wound itself with his father's. \nThey danced like that for a while, their tails coiled around each other\nand Derrick's length throbbing inside his son's rump. Peter could feel the\nsearing heat, both pleasant and piercing. He could feel something build behind\nhis abdomen, his muscles tensing and his balls beginning to churn. He couldn't\npinpoint the feeling; the sensation was bizarre and unyielding to him. Trying\ndesperately to cry out to his father, Peter felt something inside him break,\nlike a dam bursting forth and overflowing. It erupted through his loins, and he\nmewled at the top of his lungs, sticky strands of young cum spraying itself\nacross the bearded face of his father. Derrick merely chortled, licking up the\nfew globs that fell across his lips, murring at the delectable taste. It was\nsweeter than other men he'd come across, and it had a richer consistency. It\ndrove him on, his own balls readying themselves to blow a pent up load deep\ninto his boy's ass. He warned his boy,\"Get ready kid... I'm gonna reward my good boy.\" He carried on fucking his boy hard and fast, grinding the\nlast few inches into his tightened hole. It soon became unbearable, and he blew\nhis nut deep into Peter's ass. He felt himself cumming hard into the warmth folds\nof his boy's insides. The young cat whimpered and mewled as he felt the loads\nof cum pouring into his gut. Quickly he filled up, his gut feeling heavy and\nbloated with the seed that made him, his rim barely containing all the huge\nloads. Gloopy strings began to leak out, bursting from his hole, and he looked\nover his shoulder as his father moaned in bliss. He grinned, elated, to see cum\nflooding from his ass, grinding onto his father's lap.\"I love you dad,\" He said in a hushed voice, his tone oozing\nthe love he felt. Derrick kissed his son passionately with a hint of\ntenderness, his tongue swimming inside the boy's delightful mouth,\"I love you too son...\""}