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Charles' Growing Pains II

by Kenneth Beltan

Everything © Kenneth Beltan

1

Mrs. Nasreen Saxon sat folding clothes. There was more to do this time, as she had decided to do the laundry for the whole household. Usually her son Charles liked to do his own laundry, something for which she was grateful and delighted. What mother would not be pleased by her children taking on extra chores? Now if only his brother and sister would do the same. Today had been different, though, as she had been on a cleaning spree and happened to notice the small basket in her son's room was pretty full with clothes spilling over the side. Nasreen figured she would do him a favor, if for no other reason than being thorough. Humming a hymn to herself as she worked, she picked out a pair of underwear and began to fold them when she happened to notice that they seemed rather stretched in front. The vixen did not give it much thought, knowing that men stretched their garments over time. As she put it down, her finger pads happened to run over the waistband. Nasreen paused momentarily and suddenly realized how new the garment was. Strange, she thought as she picked up another pair of her son's underwear and discovered the same thing. These were too new to have been so stretched, and no man was so big that he could cause this kind of stretching naturally. Realization suddenly dawned on her, and she shook her head and chuckled. Young men these days...

Nasreen's ears perked as she heard the door to their brownstone open. The sound of shoes being set on a rack soon followed, then the familiar tread of her husband's bare feet on the runner in the hallway. "Welcome home, dear," she called out to him cheerfully, still grinning and shaking her head as she resumed her work.

"Hello, Nasreen," Matthew said pleasantly as he came in from work and sank down on the sofa beside his wife. "Oh, it feels good to sit down. No seat on the train today."

"Matthew, you haven't sat down on a train to work or on the return trip for years," Nasreen pointed out dryly.

He waved divisively with a grunt and put his feet up on an ottoman. "How was your day?"

"Quite good. There was a sale at the butcher, so I got some very nice lamb for supper."

"Excellent!"

"Oh, I think you need to have a talk with Charles about his clothes."

"What's wrong with them?"

She held up a pair of underwear. "I think he's stuffing to impress the ladies. That's really inappropriate, and he should not be ruining his underwear like this."

Matthew took the garment and looked it over, surprise coming over his face. "My, you're right. He is overdoing it." He started laughing jovially.

Nasreen narrowed her eyes.

"All right, all right, I'll talk to him," Matthew relented through continued spurts of laughter, his paws up in a gesture of peace.

The front door once again opened and closed down the hall. The footfalls were much heavier than Matthew's had been, and no one in the family had footfalls like those except for one.

"Hello, Charles, dear," Nasreen called.

Her towering, brawny son walked into the living room and kissed his mother on the muzzle and then hugged his father. "Hello, Mother. Hello, Father. Hope you had a good day. I got a report I need to start, so I'll see you at supper." He then made for his room.

Nasreen shook her head. "I can't get over how big he is. He's as tall as a tiger and broader than a wolf. You sure there's no wolf on your side of the family, Matthew?" Her eyes narrowed again, this time inquisitively.

"Believe me, I wonder that sometimes myself," her husband answered back, sharing his wife's amazement at the way their son was turning out. "Well, I guess I'd better go talk to him and stop the sinning before it starts."

"You don't suppose he really has started entertaining girls like that?" Nasreen wondered. "I've certainly never heard of any girlfriends."

Matthew shook his head. "No, I think Charles is more sensible than that in spite of the typical teenage insouciance."

The vixen nodded as she started folding a shirt. "That's what I figured. I'd like it to stay that way. Morals have become so loose. My mother may be shocked by what she hears about American life when I write her letters, but she eats it up like tabloids. She always was a gossip, though."

"Syria's a long way from here, but some things are same the world over, be it the US, Syria, or Mongolia even," Matthew observed as he reluctantly rose from the sofa. "Still, I'd like Charles to at least try finding a girl. A little practice before marriage is not such a bad thing." He picked up one of his son's undergarments as he padded to the hallway.

"Syria is a long way from America," Nasreen observed in imitation of her husband though somewhat disapprovingly. "Still, I would rather my children get to choose for themselves the way I did. I was very fortunate that way. My marriage could have been arranged for me."

"That's why I'm glad you're a strong, stubborn broad," Matthew said merrily as he left the room.

2

Charles dropped his bag by his bed, pulled his shirt off and ruffled his chest fur, happy to be out of it. He liked wearing as little as possible. Once he had his own place, he was going to go naked all the time. He cupped himself and gave his groin a bounce, enjoying its weight. The fox gave his chops a lick as he thought about Arthur, that fine wolf from the department store. Charles wondered if he could get a good paw-off before dinner and let off some steam. As it was Friday night, he had plans to go out and visit Arthur again. School had been keeping him busy lately, and he really needed to get laid. He had finally started making subtle flirts towards his gym teacher Mr. Beltrami in the form of staying after class to help out, strutting his body in the shower room, letting his cock plump, and taking his time while drying off while chatting. Mr. Beltrami certainly seemed to be appreciating it, or at least he never acted weirded out, and he seemed to stand around so as to display himself to his best while always maintaining a certain cautious distance. It was a dangerous game they were playing, but hormones kept Charles in pursuit. The fox figured that it was only a matter of time.

There was suddenly a knock on his door which punctured his fantasy. Stifling a groan of frustration as he rolled his eyes, he quit groping himself as he father called gently from the other side of the door.

"Son, I'd like to talk to you. May I come in?" Matthew asked kindly.

"Come in," Charles said as he pulled the chair from his desk and sat in it backwards, resting his arms on the top and his chin upon them.

His father came in and closed the door behind him. He hated discussing topics like these. It was so uncomfortable, and the thought of his son stuffing his underwear was not something he really wanted to think about. He regarded his son as he sat so casually in his chair. Standing, Charles was over six feet tall. His limbs were thick, his shoulders very broad, and he was developing an impressive, cavernous chest. He could not be any more of a man's man at his age, and maturity was sure to be kind to him. Charles was plainly going to be one of those men would age well and still be desirable even if he lived to be three-hundred years old. Yet his boy was also a humble and quiet individual, not prone to arrogance or meanness in spite of his stature. Matthew was very glad for that. He would make a fine husband and father, and that was much as any father could hope for in a son.

Matthew's eyes then traveled to the briefs in his paw. Inside, a part of him was grinning. All fathers were at least a little proud secretively if their sons were popular with the ladies, and if there had only been a little stuffing going on, Matthew would have let it drop and pretend not to notice. The fact that Charles' efforts were seriously deforming his underwear changed things, though. He would not have his son acting so licentiously. Only the wrong sort of girls would react favorably to it anyway, and he did not want his son getting caught up with the likes of them. Sighing, he held up the new briefs between two paws and looked expectantly at his son. After a few moments of silence, Charles shrugged.

"It's my underwear. Don't you like it?" he cracked with a shrug.

Matthew gave his son a flat look. "It's stretched -- disproportionately so."

Charles' eyes brows went up, but otherwise he remained silent. He was not going to prevaricate and mince words about sex. It was completely unnecessary, especially in this day and age among adults. Though he was only seventeen, Charles considered that close enough for his point to stand.

Matthew sighed again and pressed on. "Son, I know some boys like to...stuff to impress the girls--"

"I don't stuff, Dad," Charles interrupted, his voice betraying a little defiance and his ears flatening in irritation.

"Charles, no man is big enough to make this kind of a stretch," his father continued more pointedly, giving the protruding groin pouch a flick with his finger.

"They're fitted briefs, Dad. They're supposed to have a larger pouch in the front," Charles explained, his tone easy and untroubled. "Some men require additional accommodation for the extra prodigiousness Nature sometimes accords our sex." He gave a supremely good vulpine grin, his tail tip flicking in a pleased sort of way.

Matthew was momentarily speechless. That was not the kind of answer he was expecting. He started to laugh in great amusement, allowing a smile across his muzzle. "That was pretty good, son. Even I have to give you that."

In spite of himself, Charles grinned, starting to laugh a little himself. He liked to make his father laugh. "It's true, though."

"Yes, son, that is true with some men," Matthew conceded, his voice still light, "but clearly you are overdoing it in this instance. I would like you to stop stuffing -- or at the very least use less sock."

"Dad, I'm telling you, I'm not stuffing. I don't need to," Charles replied levelly but firmly.

Matthew held up a paw. He did not need to know that much. "Charles, I really don't want to talk about this. Just do as I say." Now his own tone was firming to match his son's. He really hoped Charles would not push the issue any further. He was usually very obedient.

Recent events had been making Charles more confident about his body as well as more bold in his actions. He decided now was a good time to show a bit of that side to his father. Charles stood up straight and pulled his chair out of the way. He quickly undid his pants and pushed them down to reveal his enormous sex. The action of this sudden, unexpected exhibition shocked his father, and Charles thought that his father's look was priceless. Matthew's mouth and eyes were wide with amazement. Between his son's legs, he beheld a fat, black shaft that hung several inches over the biggest, plumpest balls he had ever seen on a fellow. It was now very clear to him that Charles had not at all been exaggerating. Many seconds passed before the stunned patriarch realized how much he had been staring, but then it was hard not to. Matthew suddenly felt a pang of jealousy deep inside of himself. His son was much larger than him in height, stature, muscle mass, potency of musk, and now in the size of his manhood. He felt guilty for making such a comparison. Such thoughts were not only sinful and unnatural, but fathers and sons should not be in competition with each other, especially this way. He closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head to clear it. He had never dreamed that he would have so many conflicting thoughts like these.

"I--I--I'm sorry, son, for doubting you. I really had no idea." His mouth hung open again as he took another look, utterly astonished and unable to stop himself. "How can a fox get so big?"

Inside, Charles felt a little chastised. He knew his father would be shocked by this, and he now wishing that he had not been so rash in his response. On the other paw, he was also enjoying it in the way all children enjoyed shocking their parents. He shrugged and then said with a grin, "That's the way God made me, Dad."

"Praise be to God," Matthew said, biting his lip a bit.

They looked at each other and then started to laugh heartily. The humor very effectively cut the discomfort of the topic, and they were both glad that it did. After all, the situation was comical in its own way. Charles finally pulled his pants back up, blushing a little.

"Sorry to pull that on you, Dad. I couldn't think of any other way to make you believe me," the young fox apologized.

Matthew put his paw on Charles' shoulder paternally. "It's all right, Charles. That would have been the only way I'd've believed you, I think." He looked his son up and down again. Charles was already a foot taller than he was and not even full grown yet. "You're growing so fast and so much, it's hard to believe. Very rarely do foxes every get to be so large and stocky as you are. Your mother thinks there must be wolf someone in our family history. Even your muzzle is broad."

"I like being this way," Charles said with a smile, his voice a low, warm rumble.

"I'm sure you do," Matthew said, nodding. "I'll just tell your mother that we worked things out and that you'll just have to stick with stretched underwear to teach you not to stuff like that again. There is no way in hell that your mother is going to be made aware of that." He motioned down to his son's groin.

Charles gave an expression of agreed acceptance. "Yeah, that wouldn't do."

"You should be careful with that. You could put someone's eye out," Matthew quipped. It was his turn to be silly, and his son roared with laughter that was soon joined by his father's. "Thank you for understanding, my boy. I'm proud of you. You're turning into a hell of a young man -- in more ways than one. Just stay on the straight and narrow and don't let your head get too big."

"I can't really help what that thing does much of the time," Charles joked.

Matthew growled good-naturedly at his son and gave him a whack on the shoulder. "Cheeky pup. You know what I mean. Don't let your good looks go to your head."

"But that's one of my best parts," Charles continued with a grin, pivoting his head to show off his fine profile.

"I give up..." His father lifted his paws in surrender.

Charles chuckled. "I know what you mean, Dad. I'm just having fun."

"Come here, you big dope." Matthew put his arms around his son, suddenly feeling a pang of longing for when he was big enough to embrace his son fully. This time he felt remorse that he could never do that again for his beloved son. He knew the day would have to come sometime, but he never expected that his son's jaw could so easily rest upon his head like it was now. He took comfort, though, in the firm, needful return embrace his son was giving him. That was a quality in all his cubs' embraces which never seemed to change. A hug from a child was always different from that of a parent somehow.

"Dinner will be ready soon. Lamb tonight. Your favorite. Are you sticking around tonight? I could use a good opponent for chess." He let Charles go but kept his paws on his son's powerful arms.

"Sorry, Dad. I got plans," the son answered, feeling a pang of guilt. "I have a date with a giant squid tonight."

Matthew laughed. "You and those dumb movies. You know, girls don't usually like such films."

"Well, I'm not going to see Moonstruck, I can tell you that. You and Mom can go to that one."

"One day, you may find out they can be quite enjoyable with someone you love." He smiled fondly at his boy. Charles was the eldest and would likely be the first to marry and give his parents grandchildren. It was a look that Charles knew well and also understood. It was also a wish he knew that he would never grant them. If they knew what he truly was... It was not a line of thought he cared to pursue, though he had many times all the same. He was not sure if he would ever reveal anything, but if he did, he was going to make sure he was through with college and out on his own before then. It had been his plan for a while, and even Arthur, that handsome wolf who had been introducing Charles to so many wonderful pleasures, had advised him that such a course was the right one. In fact, Arthur had been teaching him a lot of useful things. The man had basically taken the young fox under his wing. Charles greatly appreciated having a friend he could talk to about these things, especially someone so experienced. He pushed it all to the side for now and humored his father.

"One day, Dad. I'm sure you're right. Look, I really want to get started on some of this paper before dinner and before I go out tonight."

Matthew nodded. "I understand. I'll leave you to it. See you at supper. Do you want some tea while you work?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Dad. I appreciate it," Charles answered. He put his chair back in front of his desk, sat down, and pulled his backpack over to start his homework.

3

Slowly, luxuriously, Arthur moved his hips back and forth as he straddled over Charles' body, thrusting his cock in and out of the young fox's mouth. The lad was getting better and better all the time, and Arthur had been releasing a constant stream of pre into his mouth almost from the start. He enjoyed the sight of his cock thrusting in and out while his heavy, black furred balls dragged over Charles' collarbone. Both of his strong, work-worn paws were cupping the young man's head. Occasionally, Arthur would stroke the fox's soft, red ears encouragingly. Charles absolutely loved sucking cock, be it his own or Arthur's. He loved the taste, the texture, the smell, the heat, and the eventual payload from doing it all well enough. Best of all, he appreciated a mature man like few his age did. It made Arthur revel in his own body as he had not for a while, and he loved every bit of it. Presently, Arthur felt like giving in to his other hungers and give his balls a break. He never liked to cum so soon into things and slowly began to withdraw himself completely. Charles began to protest with a whine, which Arthur only silenced gently with a finger on the fox's lips.

"It's my turn, son. I want to enjoy your body now. We have plenty of time, you and I," Arthur said softly as he dismounted from the fox's chest and lay beside him. His eyes were warm and twinkling in the candlelight. Beckoning Charles closer, the wolf kissed him deeply and slowly, locking his legs around his young friend's hips and drawing him closer. With soft moans, the two gently pressed their tongues together in lazy caresses. Bit by bit, Arthur's paw moved down to feel the heftiness between Charles' legs. He never tired of holding the fox's balls in his paw and marveling at their weight. He had spent much time with his muzzle buried under them, lapping at them again and again, tasting them and savoring the concentrated musk they carried. He looked down at the hard shaft and smiled at Charles naughtily.

"You are so gifted, I should hate you," he joked as he shook his head in disbelief.

"So you keep telling me. I would certainly like to see more men in the buff."

"In good time, Charles. I'm sure you will have no trouble ever getting a date with your good looks." Arthur slowly wrapped his fingers around his companion's hard cock.

"It's not dates I'm worried about. I just want to find someone to come home to. I'd rather have that."

Arthur nodded. "That is important, but then so is getting a bit of experience. You can learn a lot about yourself and other people that way, as well as what you really want in a relationship, what sort of things will really end up mattering and what won't to you, as well as the practical experience of being with another person. Some people work it all out on their first try, usually because they feel they must. Most people figure it out after a few tries. Don't be too eager to settle down before you've had a chance to finish growing up. Contrary to popular belief, that doesn't usually happen until the early or mid twenties. You'll see just how much you learn after eighteen. I don't mean that in a patronizing way, I hope you'll understand. I'm quite serious."

Charles' own paw had gone down to fondle Arthur's sex while he was being lectured. He did not mind the mature wolf when he started on like this. He had a way of passing on wisdom without being condescending that Charles very much appreciated. "Why is eighteen the official start of adulthood then? What difference will a few weeks make for me?"

"At that age, most people agree you're old enough to manage yourself well enough on your own. The next few years give you experience that you can't get beforehand that finishes preparing you. Some people learn earlier, others later. The truth is, there is no actual set age. Everyone is different, but eighteen seems to fall somewhere in the middle, making it a useful place to demarcate." Arthur was now moving down Charles' body, his face caressing the fox's pure white chest fur that seemed to glow subtly in the candlelight. He rumbled contentedly as he enjoyed the soft warmth of the fox's body and his young, mild musk. A gentle smile on his muzzle was visible on Arthur's muzzle, and his eyes were closed in simple delight. He buried his nose in Charles' groin where his essence was at its strongest and breathed deeply. His tongue flicked out, tasting the pungent saltiness and smooth musk of the young fox. Arthur moaned quietly and throbbed.

Charles closed his eyes as he laid his head back on the pillow that was as warm and soft as the quilt on the bed. Arthur's bedroom was cozy and quite dim, filled with their scent of their arousal. It was such an inviting environment, safe and comfortable and quiet. With the curtains drawn, it was easy to forget that outside was the whole of Manhattan with its traffic and bustle five stories down. He rumbled in pleasure as the older wolf's muzzle nuzzled his groin and his paws stroked over his belly so soothingly. Charles had always imagined sex as a wild, passionate affair before he actually began to gain experience. He had indeed experienced such sex with Arthur but was finding that he much preferred to take it slowly and gently. It was very relaxing as well as intimate. He and Arthur had certainly come to care for one another, but the nature of their affection had remained as friendship at its core. Charles had not expected that sex and friendship could complement each other so beautifully, and he was glad of it because it was an outlet for him to release all the tension that came with growing up as he was in a society and family like his. It was definitely a kind of emotional lifeline in addition to being an extraordinarily physical one. Charles knew that he was fortunate to find someone like Arthur who actually gave a damn enough to not simply use him. He may have been inexperienced, but he had heard enough about sex to know how easily one could be used. Common sense was a very vulpine trait, and lately he had been thanking God for it quite regularly.

Charles gently moved his foot up Arthur's back as he felt the wolf's warm tongue finally come in contact with his hard shaft. He held his breath in anticipation as he waited for Arthur's warm mouth to cover him. First he felt the wet nose, then hot breath, and finally that wonderful tongue as the lupine muzzle began to descend over the wide fox member. Charles felt himself let off a squirt of pre which Arthur simply held in his mouth as he continued to stimulate several more ejections from his potent lover, greasing the way for a glorious deep-throating. He held Arthur's head firmly in his lap as he pushed himself as deep as he could go, growling as more and more pre spilled directly down the wolf's throat. When Arthur patted the fox's wrist, Charles let go so his partner could take a breath.

Arthur gripped the impressive fox hood and gave it a lick. "I can't get over how thick this is or how tasty. It's hard to believe the fellows keep their paws off of you in the shower."

"Believe me, I get looks all the time. Everyone's jealous of me, and I love it." He grinned toothily, though he only meant it humorously. Well, mostly humorously. "It's nice to be the biggest man of all while also being the queer. I think my gym teacher wants me, though. The subtle posing seems to be paying off."

"I doubt you're being so subtle as you think."

"Maybe."

"Just be careful. Getting caught might not be the worst thing that could come of this," Arthur warned sagely.

"Mr. Beltrami's a good guy. He still sometimes pretends like he doesn't notice. I think he's as nervous as I am. Besides, I'm as tall as he is and probably outweigh him by a bit."

"All the same, my dear Charles, just be careful. Make sure your brains stay at the forefront, and don't let your balls make you stupid."

"I'll be careful, Arthur."

"Understand that I'll rip his lungs out if he hurts you."

"Awww, that's sweet. Thanks, buddy." Charles patted Arthur between the ears, making the older wolf rumble in pleasure.

Soon the wolf was back to sucking eagerly, reveling in the size and perfect shape of Charles' manhood. Sometimes he only used his mouth and other times engaged his paws in tandem, always trying to stimulate Charles in differing ways. Arthur would bring his fox friend again and again to the threshold before suddenly pulling off and watching him grunt and try to make himself cum mentally. He teased the fox by licking his balls and slowly going to the underside of his head, and always he savored the rich and abundant pre that flowed like lava from Kilauea. Charles' feet tensed as Arthur began to drag him back again, his mouth working harder than last time, his paws once more stroking the shaft below where his mouth was, adding more stimulation. Charles gripped the quilt tightly; his eyes were shut tight, and he cried out through clenched teeth as he was once more being dragged to a climax. He wanted to cum so much that he was willing himself and using fantasies to spur himself on. Closer and closer, he could feel his balls getting ready, the base of his shaft being filled, his muscles contracting until finally they were spasming, sending surge after hard surge into Arthur's mouth. Charles barked and snarled as he rode the waves, his head violently flopping from side to side on the pillow. Arthur enjoyed feeling the surges of semen under his paw pads as he gripped the fox cock and the compressive twitches of Charles' balls in his other paw. He was well-practiced at this and never lost a drop of the delicious finale from his young friend, no matter how much Charles offered up, which seemed to be more each time they met.

When Charles was finally emptied and his cock was let free, he let his whole body relax completely and panted hard, his head swimming with endorphins. Arthur sat beside Charles, rubbing his leg affectionately while using his other paw to stroke himself slowly. He had lost none of his hardness. He knew that it would not be necessary to wait long for Charles to be up again.

"Thirsty, son?"

Charles smiled gratefully. "Yeah."

Arthur reached for the cold glass of lemonade and ginger ale on the bedside table and handed it to the winded young man. "Drink up, son."

"I was just thinking of doing that," Charles said suggestively as he eyed the wolf's hard member and downed half the glass and then put it on the table.

"Oh, Papa's got other ideas, but I dare say you'll still get at least a few mouthfuls." He reached over and took Charles' member in his paw and began to stroke it. The cock had already been hardening again. Arthur bent over and took it once more into his mouth, enjoying its briefly flexible state. It did not take long before the fox was as rigid he was only minutes ago. Instead of sucking him off, though, Arthur finally let the dripping cock slip from his lips and moved to straddle it. He bit his lip as he felt the member press up under his tail. Slowly, he began to lower himself onto it, feeling his body come alive. He loved the filling sensation, especially from a cock with a girth like Charles'.

For his part, Charles delighted in feeling Arthur's weight settling onto his pelvis as he impaled the mature daddy wolf. He liked looking up at that handsome, creamy white torso with its grey flecked treasure trail and its branches framing the pectorals. Then there were Arthur's strong arms attached to powerful, well-worked paws that firmly gripped Charles' shoulders for support. Ropey thighs tensed powerfully under the fox's paws that led to the towering, delicious manhood pointing from the wolf's groin. There could be no finer sight, Charles thought, than a man's body on display like this. He reveled in everything male and manly. The young fox's imagination proliferated with scenes of camping in the forest with Arthur, the wolf dressed in only a plaid shirt, his floppy cock and well-formed ass still visible beneath the hem of the garment. He then imagined Mr. Beltrami in heavy boots and his jock, his cock sticking up hard in it and making a big bulge. Images of other burly men in his neighborhood that he knew and had fantasies about filtered through; they were doing manual labor, their trousers bunching around their cocks. He thought of them adjusting themselves and fantasized about them taking out their dicks for air, to show off, to masturbate, even to piss. He imagined the smell of garages with their heavy air, full of the smells of rubber, oil, grease, metal, cut grass, soil, dust, and old wood. How anyone could not love a man's world, how so many could not recognize the intensely erotic possibilities of even the most mundane parts of it, was a complete mystery to him. He was never so proud and grateful to be male since he started having sex with them. It was an attitude that he would never change in the course of his life.

Arthur ground and rode his young friend's cock eagerly, feeling it hit his prostate again and again. He was sending out so much musk that even he was starting to feel a bit drunk on it. Being older, he could easily out-produce Charles, but the fox was still quite detectable through it all. Age was going to do marvelous things to him. He could hardly wait to see the transformation. Arthur reached for his cock and began to stroke himself as he moved ever more purposefully, eager to drive Charles to another hard climax. He hoped they would come together. He was planning to paint the young man's chest and face until he was all white. Growling gleefully, he rubbed his big balls with one paw while the other stroked furiously. He was riding the wave with abandon, eager to let himself go completely. "Okay, son, here I go!" He cried out between pants as he pointed himself forward and began to blast semen all over Charles' chest. Each blast was punctuated by a growl, each copious stream layering densely in the fox's fur. Arthur aimed as best he could, getting Charles' belly, chest, shoulders and head. The fox opened his mouth and received plenty of cum which soon had him climaxing again, and he held Arthur's thighs tightly as he ejaculated inside his friend abundantly.

Arthur was still laying down more ropes of cum after Charles had come down from his second orgasm and watched in marvel at just how soaked he was getting. He would need a good washing after this, but he loved every moment of it. Slowly, the shots got smaller and smaller until Arthur could give no more. His fist was quite white from spill-over as he let go of his cock, letting it flop on Charles' stomach while he caught his breath.

"You were amazing as always, Dad," Charles rumbled with a grin.

"You're not bad yourself, son. Now why don't you pick me up and take us into the shower so we can clean up? You're a strong, young boy." He grinned playfully at their roleplaying.

"Oh yeah." Strong and agile, Charles managed to shift his legs over the side of the bed and lift the big wolf up and carry him, still impaled on his cock, to the bathroom. Like the bedroom, only a few candles were burning. Arthur liked candlelight, especially for these occasions. Charles liked it, too, and did not bother to switch on the light. Closing the curtain behind them, he sat himself down on the flat rim of the tub so Arthur could stand and take himself off Charles' cock gingerly. A lot of cum immediately started streaming down the inside of the wolf's legs when the fox had popped free. Charles took that moment to clean Arthur's cock off, savoring the cum and chewing gently on the shaft before it again became too firm. By the time Arthur was fully erect, his shaft was glistening and clean.

"Good boy," Arthur rumbled deeply, giving the fox a scratch behind the ear and then turning on the water. Charles stood up to give Arthur room to get himself good and wet, all the while fondling the big, hard wolfhood that bobbed enticingly in front of him. When Arthur was soaked through, he stepped back towards the wall so Charles could begin rinsing. While the fox worked the water and some soap into his fur to get most of the cum out, Arthur was washing their dicks together, both his paws needed to encircle them as he soaped them good, getting everything nice and clean. When Charles finally turned around, he suddenly felt Arthur behind him, shoving him up against the wall and putting a bite on his shoulder, a deep mating growl sounding in the wolf's body. Charles was already starting to drip, knowing what was about to come. Raising his tail, he soon felt Arthur's cock under him as the wolf angled himself into position. The pressure against his opening suddenly began to intensify, and Charles made himself relax and push back so that Arthur began to slide into him slowly. He was still getting used to this, and Arthur took it slow but steadily. He gave the fox a minute to fully adjust before finally sinking the rest of the way in. With his hips, he pushed the fox firmly into the tiled wall, claiming him forcefully. Soon the wolf's hips began to move in and out, withdrawing and coming back to smack up against Charles' ass harder with each thrust. Soon Arthur was full out rutting, growling and pounding and embracing the fox hard. It was feral and rough, and Charles was crying out in sheer pleasure as he was taken in such a hard, driving manner. His paws soon moved down to his cock, and he began to jack himself off as he was fucked. Thumps, grunts, growls and gasps sounded out and echoed in the bathroom as they carried on, their appetites driving them on ever faster.

Arthur felt himself getting ready to shoot again and drove harder than ever until the intense pleasure made him bite hard into Charles' shoulder. He snarled as he began unloading, blasting volleys of his hot essence deep into the fox's body. Arthur was vaguely aware that his friend was also letting loose against the shower wall; he could smell the scent of fox cum filling the air as he kept on going, that wonderful ass surrounding his manhood so warmly and firmly, gripping him and pulling at it from all sides even as his cum lubricated the passage. Once he was spent, he stood there, his grip loosened, and soon began to lick the wound clean, growling softly in his post-mating haze. Eventually, he just leaned against Charles, his head resting on his shoulder.

"I wish you could spend the night, Charles," he sighed gently.

"You have no idea how much I'd like to do that," Charles panted in response as he tried to get his breath. "One day. When I'm eighteen, I plan to move out as fast as I can, much as I love my family. I want my own place."

"You have my full support, son," Arthur chuckled and hugged his friend warmly. "Come on, let's get cleaned up before I fuck you again."

"I say you fuck me again and then we get cleaned up." Charles wiggled his ass on the still rather hard cock, making Arthur moan.

"Well...all right."