Look At Me
I wrote this in one session. Wow.
The tiger closed the door behind him, locking it with a flick of his finger. The satisfying click propelled him into the kitchen, where he set his backpack down on the counter. His lunchbox was thrown unceremoniously next to the kitchen cabinet, and his jacket was hung up over one of the high-rise chairs that graced the island. The kitchen was spacious enough for him to slide around in his socks once he threw his shoes off, but he decided against it. After a day like today, he had no energy left for such shenanigans.
"Davey," came the low rumble from the doorway. The cub swirled around and ran to hug his father, who laughed his booming laugh and knelt to catch his son. It was hard to believe that he was already two years past the double-digits, and plowing through the school year like time was tissue paper. And he was growing up fast, though not nearly as fast as the man who scooped him up and spun with him in a circle, nearly knocking their heads against the ceiling.
"Dad," David replied, giggling as he felt the warmth of his father wrap around him. The little cub didn't realize how fast he was growing, not like his father did. But he resembled his progenitor more and more each day, his baby fat turning into a rolling pudge, which - hopefully - would turn into the muscled build of his father's massive frame. He was already bigger than most boys in his class, and used that to stand out. There was no point trying to hide who he was.
The elder tiger grunted as he plopped his son down on the island counter, grabbing a juice box from the fridge. "So, how was school?" he said, tossing the box over in an underhand motion. It was obvious that he worked from home, by the state of his plaid pajama pants that had been worn for the past week, combined with the granite-pattered gray football t-shirt, tight against his pectorals, a relic from a time where he himself was in school.
"It was okay," David said, catching the box out of the air. "We're still trying to find out where to bury the time capsule, and Mister Collins is in a fight with the principal because of the middle-school play, and he's stopped giving weekly quizzes. Not that I'm complaining!"
Both tigers gave a chuckle as the youngster unwrapped the straw from the plastic. The sheath was discarded and stuffed into his sweatshirt's big pocket before he took the straw and gently punctures the aluminum. His father leaned on the counter in silence as he watched his son drink, claws clicking on the counter patiently. The silence made David glance up into his father's yellow eyes, and he pressed his thighs together nervously.
The adult pushed himself upright and raised his eyebrows at the boy, who slowly loosened the tension in his legs. "Do you have to go?" he asked softly, and David nodded. His father gave him a beat, offering the chance to get up, to slide off the counter and scamper off into the bathroom. But the boy only shuffled close to the edge of the counter, spreading his tight jeans out, threatening the seams with the angle of his thighs.
His father knelt slightly as the cub gripped his juice box in both hands, glancing down as he sucked out the sweet puree. "Just say when you're gonna start, okay?" he said, and David nodded once again. Pausing, the bigger cat stood up for a second to kiss the child on the forehead, making him giggled as he knelt once again, unzipping his son's fly.
He undid the button to the boy's pants and pulled apart the opening, revealing the clean cotton of the child's underpants, bright white against the contrasting golden fur and deep black stripes. His hands pulled down the waistband and revealed what that little bulge had been hiding. His son's little penis, just touched by the kiss of puberty, rested softly against his taut sack. It was cold enough to make his balls contract into that state, but the warmth of the kitchen soon made them slowly start to descend into a more comfortable state.
The tiger had fought with his wife to let his son remain uncircumcised, and the doctor sided with him in the end. He had helped clean the boy's genitals from his very first bath, and had taught him how to do it himself when the time came. He never once thought he would be seeing it again this close, at this age, and in these special circumstances. His fingers gently pulled the skin back, peeling to show the fleshy nub to the open air.
"Okay, dad," came the voice from above. The adult snapped out of his daydream as he let go, smiling up at the nervous little boy. David's blush could be felt all over his body, the warmth spreading through his stomach and thighs. His father leaned forwards and rolled out his tongue, lifting the cocklet into his mouth as his hands gripped the child's thighs. The little push of blood into the organ made it pulse on his tongue, a sign of life that made the man proud.
Davey clutched his juice box, closing his eyes as he let himself go, claws digging into the waxed cardboard. The growl of approval came from below as warm urine left his body, flowing down and out of his shaft straight into his father's mouth. The tiger's lips closed on the child's shaft as he suckled, not one drop staining his son's clothing.
It had taken a lot of talks before anything like this, but now, the young boy couldn't believe that at one point he was nervous about this. The process still took time, but it was much less than when they had first started. His mind could even wander now, suckling on the last drops of juice as his dad drank his piss. Sweat formed on his brow, the heat of his clothing rapidly becoming too much for this atmosphere. He knew his father could feel it too, as those giant paws slid up his sides and rubbed his ribcage underneath his belly.
After the seconds has elapsed and the adult had drank his fill, the boy sighed and relaxed once more, letting his father continue to suckle on his slowly growing member. The sensation was reasonably pleasurable for the cub until his father pulled the trick on him. For some reason, it always pushed him over the edge, and David knew he couldn't stop it. He anticipated it each time his father sucked him off, hands gripping the island, always tight no matter how much he tried to relax.
When he drew back this time, the adult gently pressed the edge of his foreskin between his teeth and pulled, a sharp cry of pain telling him that he was getting his boy exactly where he wanted him. He never bit down enough to draw blood, but continued to play with the skin, suckling it back and forth with his lips, the thick little cocklet twitching as he teased its most sensitive area.
Finally, he drew off the boy's shaft, looking up to make sure he was okay. The adult stood and let his hands fall off his body, recognizing the anguish and pleasure in his son's face. "Doin' okay, Davey?" he asked. He didn't need to see the boy nodding his head to know how he felt. This wasn't their first time, and definitely not the first time he had seen his son's facial expressions; interpreting the mixed signals from this cub took an expert, and his father was one of two experts in the field.
With a scoop behind his butt, the larger tiger pulled his son into his arms as they left the kitchen, the tiny hard-on pressed into the adult's t-shirt. Glancing down, David saw his father's bulge, a rounded lump in the front of his pajama pants. He sighed and grinned as he nuzzled into the adult's neck, knowing he had done a good job once again. Of course he did, because he was his father's precious boy, the cutest one on the planet. Daddy said so.
Under the bathroom sink, the adult grabbed a bottle of lubricant, stored in a place where his mother thought they could hide it from the cub. It was always by the hottest part of the pipes, so that the liquid inside could never shock them, never freeze them - not after that one session. Davey cringed as he thought about it, the icy liquid poured onto his hot-blooded shaft.
The door to his son's room was sparsely decorated, with only a sporty sign designating that this was, in fact, David's Bedroom! and certainly not an incestuous sanctuary. It closed behind with a soft bang, leaving the hush of an empty room, broken only be the hum of a space heater and panting from the two males. His father wrestled off David's shoes and socks, tossing them to the ground as he carried the boy towards his bed.
Davey was gently left to sit on the edge of the bed as his father sat beside him. Both looked at each other in awkward silence for a second before the child broke the tension, laughing as he unbuckled the clasp to the back of his jeans, letting his tail free as he started to pull them to his ankles. His chubby thighs were more or less identical to his dad's muscle, the thick trunks equally bare as his dad pulled the pajama pants down. Their clothing made a small heap on the ground as t-shirts came off next.
The boy was never self-conscious around his father, though he knew he would be in front of an identical stranger. The solid chest and definition of his dad's body were a far cry from the softer, rounder shape of his own belly. But when the adult hugged his naked body and made raspberries into his bellybutton, he shrieked and laughed all the same, delight filling the room as they hugged, laying out on the small bed, his daddy's legs hanging off the end.
Their laughter subsided with a kiss, a deep kiss on the boy's mouth. The adult knew that he wasn't ready for tongue, nothing romantic that could intimidate the boy. Davey just pressed on the bigger man's mouth and let the suction of their lips come together. Soft palpitations of lips, from father to son, were enough to get their energy down from the rambunctious hugs and laughter that drew away from the sexual atmosphere.
The elder tiger still wore his underwear, matching white briefs that actually fit his body type - simple, clean, and elegantly tight, especially with the giant rise pressing against the fly. David knew just how his father liked to be revealed, and he glanced up for permission, a nod from the adult giving him the motivation to reach down. The tiger flopped on his back, letting his son clamber to his groin, sitting up and gently rubbing the adult's privates. The little fingers reached inside and opened up the fly, pulling out the long, sticky cock, clean-cut and already dripping into the boy's hand. The veins under the surface stood out as the adult sighed with content, the tight fly forming and impromptu cockring around the base of his shaft.
Glimmering flames started to form in the tiger's golden eyes, his desire accelerated by the soft noises on his son's throat, swallowing nervously as he held his father's fat cock. "Get on your back, and lift your legs," he said, his guff voice losing that trace of paternal softness that came with his initial greeting. He moved out of the way to allow Davey to get up by the head of the bed, head resting on the pillows. The young tiger grabbed his thighs and straightened his legs into the air as his father moved behind him, grabbing the lube as he marveled at that youthful flexibility.
The child's hole was swiftly slathered in transparent lubricant, making the boy whimper as the sore muscles were rubbed, still sore from the previous day's activities. The adult stood, one hand pressed against the ceiling to keep his head from bumping against it as he poured the fluid onto his cock. The length would have been intimidating to any man or woman alike, and even his veteran son cowered slightly as the sight of his father glowering down at him, shaft dripping onto his belly.
When he was satisfied with the result, the adult knelt down and got on his knees, holding the cub's ankles so that he could hold onto the sheets. His fingers tightened around his son's legs as he edged forwards, angled into the child's ass. The plum-colored head pressed against the pink muscle, the striped around the boy's rear pointing to it like a target.
The fat cock pulsed with angry energy as it begged to slip into the young body beneath it, finally sliding into the slick ring, popping into the velvet of the inner cavity. David cried out, and his father let him claw at the sheets as he pushed his aching member deeper and deeper inside of his son. He had changed them to the spare sheets while he was at school, so his wife wouldn't notice the clawmarks or the blood that ruined the fabric.
Davey continued to whimper, his erection losing steam as the initial pain of entry coursed through his body. "Shh, baby boy, just relax," his father said, even though he knew that he wasn't going to let up on the pressure at all. This preteen tiger would always be his tightest, no matter how he trained that hole. His shaft was about halfway in, the heavy member pulling out an inch or so to test the suction of the boy's ass. Just as he thought, David's hole stretched with the outward direction of the penis' pull, like lips wrapped around the pole, sticking to the weapon that destroyed the child's once-virginal passage.
With a swift, but steady, thrust of his hips, the adult shoved himself into the cub's ass with a vicious motion. Davey yelled and gripped the sheets, his belly vibrating with his father's rough entry. A thin sheen of sweat covered the child's body as he moaned, eyes closed and face taut with pain, tears rolling out of the sides of his eyes. This never got easier, but he swallowed and panted as he nodded to his father, wordlessly motioning for him to continue his violent penetration.
Even if the cub had said no, all it would have taken was a kiss and a stroke of his little cocklet to get him to agree. His father knew exactly how his boy worked, inside and out. His underwear became transparent with his own sweat, his veins bulging with the blood that flowed to them and stayed there, trapped by the tightness of the fabric around him. Each time he drew out and pushed back in, he felt the child's anus loosen around him. It came sooner and sooner every time, that moment of perfect rhythm, where father and son were rocking and grunting as one.
The sweaty little cub lifted his arms behind his head, sighing and panting as the giant cock slammed into his ass, the wet suction making sloppy, lewd noises as his daddy fucked him with little mercy. He had trained his son for moments like this, and Davey knew just what daddy needed, from the flirtatious taste of piss to the tightness of his chubby ass. Almost as if on cue, the boy started to stroke his member, drawing the skin back and moving it forward again, playing with his member.
That drew the adult's attention, and he smirked as he let go of his son's leg for a second, picking up the lube and pouring it over their genitals, slathering both his cock and the child's with a healthy helping of glistening oil. He grabbed the cub's leg once again as his thrusts increased, watching the boy pleasure himself. It didn't take long for the boy's own erection to stand up straight. He had learned how to get pleasure from anal penetration, learned how to become a slut to daddy's thick cock, beg to be plowed without a word from his lips.
It was too much for the adult. He knew that the child wouldn't last long either, so he angled his hips up and raised himself into a squatting position, growling as his cock's sloppy slapping became louder and louder, faster and faster as he fucked his son as hard as he knew he could take it. The girthed member stretched what was once an innocent hole, the length pushing to the core of the boy's being and drilling that round rump. David knew what was coming, and could feel his own orgasm pushing to the surface. He jerked furiously, pumping at his member as his panting filled the air.
"Look at me," his father ordered, and the boy's eyes snapped open to meet his father's glare. "Look. At. Me." The adult's bared teeth gleamed as bright as the anger in his eyes, primal lust as he fucked his boy, fucked his only son. He had no choice, not daring to glance away for a moment as he kept masturbating. He started to cry out, whimpering as he fought the urge to close his eyes. He couldn't hold it in any longer, but desperately wanted to pull away, to finish in peace. Another growl from the older tiger made him stare at his father, locked onto his face. The boy nearly howled, his eyes wide as he came, his sticky cock spurting out immature semen, a shot that reached his chest. His cock twitched as he held onto it, mewling pathetically as he stared into his father's eyes, submitting to the will of the wild tiger.
That was too much for the adult. The tiger's rippling muscles stretched as he gripped his son's legs, stretching them to their limit as he roared in his son's face. Davey was blasted by the hot, steamy breath of his father's voice as he roared, loud enough to make his head spin. His thrusts continued their frantic tempo as he came, his loins slapping against his son's sticky ass, balls churning out loads of cum to fill his child's jiggling belly. Each shot of thick, sticky semen pumped into the child and gurgled inside of his insides, the bulbous member aching with pleasure. Blood filled the veins that stood out on his cock, engorging the massive shaft to its most potential as the tiger came. His son watched in fearful awe, the massive fangs clenched as his slaps finally slowed down. The tiger's hips ground against his son's as he finished pumping him full of daddy's cum.
"I love you, daddy," Davey said, his voice week from the exertion of their sexual romp. His father responded with a nod and a gentle growl, closing his eyes as he caught his breath. He certainly wasn't as young as he used to be. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw his son lying on the bed, sweating into his dirty sheets with his cum on his hand and belly, turning his head as he watched his father come down from the high of fucking him senseless. "Daddy, my legs hurt," he said, slightly louder, as if his father had deafened himself with his own roar.
Slowly, the adult let the cub bring his legs down as his softening shaft pulled out of his child's rear. The hole made a sticky plop as the heavy member left its home, bringing with it a mix of dripping semen, lube and the kid's sweat that dripped down into it. The adult stood up as his son let his legs down, the fur of his thighs landing in the sticky mess. Davey marveled at his father's shining cock, the head still a bright purple, sticking out of his underpants with the bulge of his sweaty balls dangling beneath. He was more surprised to see it moving towards his face.
"Daddy?" David's mouth was quickly full as the adult knelt down and slid the shaft into the child's maw. The boy whimpered, nearly choking as his daddy pushed into his mouth just a bit, halfway down his shaft. The adult made gentle shushing noises, and the cub waited in the silence, the bitter taste of his father's used cock filling his mouth. It was unpleasant, but visceral, and he was about to tell him to stop when he felt the urethra swell.
He cried out and choked as his father's urine filled his throat, spluttering as the clear urine dribbled out of his mouth. He had to swallow, and he coughed down the bitter liquid as his father reached forwards. The massive paw gripped his headfur and tugged gently, forcing the whining cub on the member, swallowing against his will as daddy pissed down his throat. His belly gurgled as his claws tore into the sheets once again, his face streaked with urine and tears.
After what seemed like an eternity, the adult stepped back and to the side, letting his son gasp in a lungful of air, hacking and coughing with the burning sensation in his mouth. Sniffling, Davey looked at his father angrily, but his expression mollified as his father knelt down, smiling at the boy. "You'll get better," he said, his low voice carrying the confidence that the little tiger had heard at soccer matches and math tutoring, the voice he knew. This was his father.
The pair left to get a shower, the space heater switching off to leave the room in a comfortable temperature. A single striped hand closed the door shut, trapping the scent of piss, sweat and seed inside the room. Upon a child's bed, there was stretched a dirty old sheet with clawmarks and wet stains all around it, discolorations from past sessions. The room and the house was silent until a shower faucet turned on, the trickle of hot water heard behind a closed door.