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Saturday Morning Son-Rise.

The taste of dog semen on my tongue was sweet, slightly salty, just a hint of metallic flavour from my son's sheath. I closed my eyes to savour the moment. Warm, Saturday morning sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains. I drifted in the afterglow of orgasm with my cock still deep in my son's butt. He was on top of me and I was laying on my back on the bed. Whenever he adjusted his position my knot would be tugged, sending another ripple of pleasure through me. And his prostate would be stimulated to make him spurt his semen over my chest and face.

My son – Kava was his name – was 100% pure German Shepherd quadruped. Well… maybe 99%. He'd inherited a higher-than-normal intelligence and a penchant for kinky sex from me. But his look and form was 100% like his mother's. Kava's mother had been bred to the squarer Police-dog standard, rather than the sloping hips of the show dog standard. Both mother and son shared the same rich sable colour – dark rust over cream.

I'm an Anthro German Shepherd dog. To look at I'm human in stature and torso, with a canine head and muzzle, and a long, sweeping fluffy tail. I walk upright on two legs but on paw-pads, not feet. My pelt is a thick, soft, double-layered coat the same as my cuddly son's.

Three years ago when Sherry - Kava's mother - was in season I fucked her and got her pregnant. It's difficult to describe the way a bitch's oestrus hormones affect a male canine. A madness descends. The smell makes you insane so you'll fuck absolutely anything – have to fuck something. Sherry had been in standing season, begging for cock. I was drunk on her overpowering smell. Next thing I knew I was balls deep and tied with her, filling her fertile womb with my cum.

Kava was the beautiful result nine weeks later. I loved the pup – I doted on him every moment. I took extended vacation time from my job as Anthro Liaison Officer to Unitary Exploits to raise my son.

He soon become my lover. The pup quickly discovered how great his daddy's cock felt. Whether he was suckling on the tip, or taking my cock up his butt, Kava was practically insatiable. My son and my lover. Such a sweet boy.

Kava trained me to our new Saturday morning routine.

If you have a human or anthro partner, sometimes you simply want to lay back and let them pleasure you – make you cum while you stretch out in the morning sun. Conversely when you have sex with quadruped (or 'feral') canines you have to do almost all the work. Just sometimes you want a lazy orgasm where someone else does all the work. If you're a zoophile, you generally don't get that luxury. Kava, however, was a talented boy.

On Saturday mornings I liked to be lazy. Without the need to go to my office I'd stay in bed until the sun shone through the windows. Kava pulled the bedclothes back with his teeth so I was lying naked and exposed in the morning light. He licked at my balls and sheath, generously coating my stiffening cock with his saliva. I had my hands behind my tilted head so I could watch his progress. He climbed on top of me to straddle my hips. His pucker was directly over my hardening cock. Then he slowly (oh so teasingly slowly!) lowered his rear end. If you don't know, dog-drool makes for excellent lube! The pointed tip of my rod speared his sphincter, aided by his saliva and the natural slickness of my canine cock. With maddening slowness his butt slid down my shaft, peeling my sheath back as his rectum took my length.

When his fuzzy balls were resting on my abdomen my cock was buried full depth in his butt. He paused like that – sitting on my pubic mound. I looked up to see his muzzle had a huge grin with his tongue lolling out the side. And then he gave a few experimental squeezes with his sphincter muscles around my cock, making me gasp. He wagged his tail against my balls, deliberately stroking them with his fur. I lay back and savoured the warmth of his rectum massaging my length.

Naturally my cock began to thicken inside him. As soon as he felt me getting harder Kava began rocking back and forth, riding his butt up and down the entire length of my cock. With perfect talent he rode up until just the pointed tip of my cock still speared the centre of his pucker, then smoothly down until I was full depth inside him again. Looking down my chest, between his front paws, I watched Kava's penis begin to lengthen and peek out of his sheath.

My knot began swelling up. Every stroke of his sphincter along my cock stretched him more as he passed over my knot. Eventually he had to sit heavily on my cock to force my swollen knot past his sphincter. And then he would have to strain forward to pop my knot out of his butt again. I imagined his flesh obscenely taut around my swollen knot each time it passed into and out of his hole. Kava loved the repeated stretching of his butt as he forced the bulge in and out. And I he made me gasp and groan with the intensity of the pressure tugging on my knot.

Kava played me like a virtuoso. He watched my face scrunching up and listened to my gasping and whimpering as I neared my peak. Then he paused to tease me ever closer to cumming without letting me release. I panted and whined as the pleasure built to a crescendo. That was the moment he sat heavily on my cock so my knot sank full depth into him. At full engorgement the bulge was as big as a fist. It took considerable pressure to force a knot so big into his butt-hole. Then he clamped down as hard as he could with his sphincter muscles and rocked forward. My son knew exactly how to bring me to a powerful orgasm.

I made a sound – a groaning, gasping noise through clenched teeth as the first tsunami of orgasm hit me. My eyes squeezed closed, my head pushed back into the pillows. At some point I'd thrown my hands forward and grasped Kava's front paws either side of my chest. My fingers dug into his forelegs as every muscle in my body went rigid. I shuddered and convulsed as the profound pleasure washed into me. My cock jumped and spasmed inside my son. His dad's semen flooded into Kava in jets of hot fluid. And he milked it from me! Repeatedly he relaxed his sphincter as he sat heavily down, then clamped around my cock with his muscles while he rocked forward again. The rhythm of him tugging against my knot kept me pumping my semen into him.

My boy knew how to make his old man cum for a long time. Over and over I repeated his name: “Oh Kava… oh Kava… oh Kava…" lost in the pleasure he was giving me. Canine orgasms last a long time. It can be 20 minutes or even longer when you're tied with your lover. All the while you're being washed in the ebb and flow of orgasm. So with my knot still buried inside my boy I was still drifting in and out of ecstacy.

After an eternity of bliss, he slowed his milking of my cock and I drifted back to conscious thought. Now it was my turn to return the favour by pleasuring him. While it is fun letting someone else do all the work during sex, I wanted to give Kava a satisfying release too.

I reached one hand down and stroked Kava's sheath back and forth over his own hardening cock. My other hand was back behind my head so I could scrunch forward. It was a strain on my abdomen muscles, but I could lean forward between his forepaws just enough to suckle the tip of my boy's cock. It sounds a bit awkward but something magical happens. When I sucked on his cock and squeezed my fist around his knot, Kava squirted a load of his cum into my mouth. This caused his muscles to clamp down around my cock, milking another volley of cum from me. Every time I sucked him his cock would squirt, his butt would clench, and I'd cum more as well. My brain began to process this as me sucking my own cock. It felt exactly like that. I would suck Kava and be rewarded with a mouthful of canine cum synchronized to the cum I was pumping inside him.

Every so often I glanced up and saw Kava's dopey orgasm-face. It was so cute: he had his eyes half-lidded, he was panting. Drool ran in a constant stream from his tongue hanging out the side of his maw. I loved my boy and making him cum made me profoundly happy.

After a long while we both started to drift out of the tide of orgasm. The squirts of cum – mine into his butt and his into my mouth – tapered to a dribble. I laid my head on the pillows again and grinned up at my boy. I ran my fingers up and down his sides, ruffling his thick fur. His cock slipped back into its protective sheath but he stayed sitting on top of me with my own cock held deep in his butt.

“You know eventually you're going to have to move. Now I need to go and take a piss." I ruffled his fuzzy ears.

Kava replied with a soft “Huff," but didn't move. He grinned down at me.

“If you don't move I'm going to pee in your butt." I gave him an ineffectual push on his chest.

“Huff."

Even when you urgently need to piss, it's still actually really difficult to start when your cock is in someone's butt. If you're a kinky bitch the way I am (and Kava too) every time you feel you're about to start peeing you're distracted by how you're peeing inside someone's butt. And you get aroused and it prevents you from peeing. So you have to divert yourself by remember how you went to Cascade Stream and swam in the cold pool…. And there we go!

With my eyes closed and by thinking about waterfalls eventually my bladder loosened. Once you start it's easy to keep going. Kava was sitting heavily on me so my cock was deep inside him. I pissed like a race-horse; a strong flow that filled him with hot liquid. My pee mixed with my cum inside him.

Kava grinned above me and panted happily. He could feel my piss flowing into him. His cock started growing in his sheath again when I was almost done emptying my bladder into my son. As his penis got harder his sphincter reflexively squeezed my cock. Immediately the stimulation stymied me and I stopped peeing. I could feel my warm piss and cum washing around my now hardening cock.

Again I tied with my son. My knot inflated rapidly in his butt while Kava's knot inflated in my fist. I stroked him through his sheath until he was squirting a volley of his semen over my face. Rivulets of milky dog seme ran through the matted fur on my chest. Reflexive squeezing of his sphincter on my knot brought me to another orgasm. The kinkiness of our act made the stimulation more extreme. I could feel the liquids inside him around my cock. Knowing his daddy had pissed and cum in him made the orgasm all the more intense. The fist-sized plug of my knot kept the cum and piss sealed deep in Kava's bowels.

For a full hour my cock had been inside my son. I'd tied him twice and Kava had taken two loads of my cum as well as a full bladder of my piss. My mouth was full of the taste of my boy's semen. Kava's cum was all over my face and matted my chest fur. We stayed joined for as long as we could to savour the intimacy. Every time he shuffled his paws his butt would shift and tug slightly on my flesh and a small wave of pleasure would drift through us both.

Eventually we were both completely satisfied and our knots deflated. Kava's penis slipped back into his sheath but mine was still held inside my son. He lowered her head toward mine as I raised up to kiss him. Our muzzles locked together while our long tongues flicked between us, exploring each other's mouth. I felt Kava's tongue explore my mouth all the way to the back of my throat as I was doing the same to his.

Gently, ever so carefully, Kava raised his hips. My cock slipped gradually, slowly from his pucker. I groaned into his kiss. As the tip of my cock finally slipped free Kava skilfully clamped his sphincter so not even a drop oozed free. My boy was a very talented lover. He had taken three loads and must have been sloshing. However he could hold it all in for a while longer. He flumped over on his side on the bed next to me. I rolled beside him and gave him the biggest hug and cuddles. I told Kava I loved him and he responded with a deep rumble that could almost have been purring. The morning sunlight falling on his fur made it glow a rich golden colour.

As we drifted to snooze an idea floated around my dreamy head: I wondered what it'd be like to give him a brother and to be sandwiched between two of my boys.