{"sf1_id":694769,"sf2_id":"ve3Dgjpm","title":"DILF-Kabob","author":"Whyte Yote","words":1568,"posted_at":"2014-04-19T15:19:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Ass","Balls","Belly","Blowjob","Bull","Chub","Chubby","Cock","Coyote","Cum","Dick","Fat","Father","French Language","Gay","Generation Gap","Hybrid","Incest","Knot","M","M/M/M","Missionary","Mm","Naonao","Oral","Sheath","Son","Spooge","Threesome","WFA","Wolf","bulf","canada","coyolf","dad","daddy","france","mmm","pipe","spitroast","spoo","whyteyote"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/694769-dilf-kabob","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ve3Dgjpm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e8/0d/e80d1e90-fc1d-48a9-b362-9be6a30d046f","description":"Seb and Hector are Whyte Yote\nNaonao is Himself\nArt by WFA","content":"\"What's his name, again?\" Sebastién asked while dropping another basket of French fries into the hot oil, keeping as far away as possible.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm gonna smell like a short-order cook for a week.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFrom the living room came Hector's voice.\u0026nbsp; \"Naonao, Dad.\u0026nbsp; Is it really that hard to remember?\u0026nbsp; Two syllables, and they sound exactly the same.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Don't give me lip.\u0026nbsp; I'm older than you.\u0026nbsp; We forget things.\u0026nbsp; Fffff, God dammit!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Splatter on my paw; I'm okay.\"\u0026nbsp; He let the fryer do its thing and turned to the stove to stir the pot of gravy that had begun to bubble.\u0026nbsp; \"Are you set up in there yet?\u0026nbsp; When is he due to arrive?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Anytime,\" Hector said as he stepped around the corner and clicked into the kitchen.\u0026nbsp; \"Right now is fashionably late, still.\u0026nbsp; Perfectly acceptable.\"\u0026nbsp; Claws clicked softly on the tile.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Don't come up behind me, son.\"\u0026nbsp; Even so, paws wrapped around his waist under the apron and clasped at his navel.\u0026nbsp; His ear received a nibble and a healthy dose of tongue.\u0026nbsp; He couldn't not chub up a little.\u0026nbsp; Damn kid.\u0026nbsp; \"Do you really think he's up for fooling around?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHector cupped Sebastién's belly, teasing at the band of his jock strap.\u0026nbsp; Under his tail nestled a very familiar hardness.\u0026nbsp; Why was he pouring it on so thick, so early?\u0026nbsp; \"He flew in all the way from Paris, Dad.\u0026nbsp; I wanted to show him how Québec isn't all that different from France.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Language of love, eh?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Language of fucking, actually.\u0026nbsp; But yeah.\u0026nbsp; Besides...fucking POUTINE!\"\u0026nbsp; One paw left his groin and snatched a few curds off the counter.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'll take your word for it.\u0026nbsp; You're the one who suggested an underwear party.\u0026nbsp; Who am I to deny you?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHector went back to jerking the older coyolf's sheath through the mesh.\u0026nbsp; \"You're such a deadbeat dad.\u0026nbsp; Refusing to take charge and parent.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Why does that talk get me hard?\" Sebastién sighed, and kept stirring the gravy.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Bonjour, Hector!\" was about all Naonao got out before he realized the coyolf standing at the door was not only almost nude, but practically poking out the front of his boxer briefs.\u0026nbsp; \"You...weren't kidding about the underwear party.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"We don't kid around,\" Hector smiled, standing aside.\u0026nbsp; \"Come on in.\u0026nbsp; Dad's finishing up the food.\u0026nbsp; Hope you're hungry.\u0026nbsp; And get your clothes off.\u0026nbsp; House rule.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter Naonao had stripped to his skivvies, Hector showed the bulf around the single-story bungalow, dropping his bags in the guest bedroom while hinting he might never see the bed in there.\u0026nbsp; The guest ensuite was nothing to sneeze at, but the master--with its jetted soaker tub and shower big enough for a baseball team--put anything he'd seen to shame.\u0026nbsp; The bathroom did, however, lack a bidet.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Dad should be done cooking by now, I think.\u0026nbsp; Time to introduce you,\" said Hector.\u0026nbsp; Naonao enjoyed the view all the way to the kitchen, where he had twice the ass to ogle.\u0026nbsp; As they came up from behind, the coyolf whispered, \"Don't make too much noise, or he'll turn around.\u0026nbsp; Stare all you want.\"\u0026nbsp; Shortly thereafter, Hector snuck a paw into his boxers.\u0026nbsp; \"Sorry, I couldn't wait.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm not complaining.\"\u0026nbsp; And then, in a whisper:\u0026nbsp; \"I want in there.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh, you will be.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter the bulf had fluffed to a respectable size, Hector cleared his throat and Sebastién plated the last basket of fried before turning around.\u0026nbsp; \"You must be my son's friend.\u0026nbsp; Thenthen?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAn awkward silence ensued, exacerbated by the semi-boners in the room.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I don't understand,\" said Naonao.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"It's English.\u0026nbsp; And my dad.\u0026nbsp; Don't worry about it.\u0026nbsp; He tried to make a joke.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"And utterly failed, apparently,\" Sebastién admitted, shrugging off the apron to reveal a purple jock that left little to the imagination aside from ripping it off.\u0026nbsp; \"Here, have some poutine.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"This Netflix thing is nifty, you guys,\" Naonao said through a mouthful of delicious, savory heart-attack-inducing poutine.\u0026nbsp; \"We don't have it where I am.\u0026nbsp; Maybe someday.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe bulf rested his bulk against the back of the couch in the living room next to Hector, who flipped through menu after menu of shows and movies.\u0026nbsp; Sebastién reclined in his Dad Chair, as he called it, packing tobacco into his pipe.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Every once in a while we have a free day, and we marathon through the stuff on our DVR,\" Hector said.\u0026nbsp; \"I do my shows when Dad's not here, and save what we both like for later.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"It wouldn't take so long if you'd keep your paws to yourself,\" muttered Sebastién.\u0026nbsp; Striking a match, he set it to the pipe's bowl and drew in a healthy puff.\u0026nbsp; Soon the room smelled sweet and mild, the glow of the television in his glasses hiding his eyes.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You complaining, old man?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTwinkle.\u0026nbsp; \"Never said I was.\u0026nbsp; Just stating a fact.\u0026nbsp; Now, what are we watching?\u0026nbsp; Something sci-fi, you said, Hector?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hoping so,\" the coyolf said, and scrolled down the menu.\u0026nbsp; _Alien_appeared first.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Now, there's a classic.\"\u0026nbsp; Sebastién pointed at the screen.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHector looked over at Naonao.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Well, I am a guest...but honestly I never got into it.\"\u0026nbsp; He shifted uneasily, but the younger coyolf\u0026nbsp; just smiled.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Moving on.\"\u0026nbsp; _Dr. Who_ had almost passed by when the bulf hopped up and down.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ooh!\u0026nbsp; Ooh!\u0026nbsp; Maybe?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSebastién took out his pipe and slid a Pringle between his lips, crunching it ever so slowly.\u0026nbsp; \"A mysterious man rides around in a phone booth, chased by robots.\"\u0026nbsp; He gave the other two a withering stare.\u0026nbsp; \"You do want me to eventually have a boner, right?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Not necessarily,\" mumbled Hector.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What was that?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Moving on!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey had finally agreed on some _MST3K_, a show that Hector raved over, Naonao agreed to try, and Sebastién remained ambivalent but warmed up to the longer he watched.\u0026nbsp; None could remember the title of the awful C-movie, and it didn't matter:\u0026nbsp; they spent too much time laughing to care.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAbout a third of the way through, Hector slid his paw over and held it on one of the bulf's meaty thighs.\u0026nbsp; Naonao was surprised it took him as long.\u0026nbsp; He stretched his arms high above his head, using the move to spread his legs.\u0026nbsp; Across the room, Sebastién watched the show, apparently not noticing.\u0026nbsp; Not that Hector was trying very hard to be surreptitious.\u0026nbsp; After a few minutes of slowly creeping up the shorts, the coyolf had a big blue erection between his fingers, stroking the sheath down over the knot.\u0026nbsp; As a show of solidarity, Naonao reached back and grasped Hector's length, which had unsheathed itself already.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNeither one spoke because they didn't have to.\u0026nbsp; Hector scooted a little closer so that he could palm the bulf's balls, and the movement got Sebastién's attention.\u0026nbsp; Hunching into the son's grip, he cast a glance toward the father, who thought nothing of pushing his jock under his balls and openly squeezing himself.\u0026nbsp; Ringlets of smoke hovered about his head.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I think it's about time we screwed the movie so we can screw Dad.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Music to my ears.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Let's go.\"\u0026nbsp; Hector was first to stand, and Naonao followed quickly after.\u0026nbsp; Sebastién lay back in his recliner, his brow furrowed as the canines loomed over him.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I was watching that,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; Whether he referred to the television or the couch action didn't matter.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHector grabbed for the purple jock and pulled.\u0026nbsp; \"You'd better get rid of that.\u0026nbsp; You'll stain it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh, is this two-on-one then?\"\u0026nbsp; Sebastién seemed unimpressed, as if he'd expected this to happen.\u0026nbsp; \"I thought we agreed to spitroast Mr. Wolf-With-Horns here.\"\n\n### \u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yeah, well,\" Hector began, lifting his father's legs to rid him of the meddlesome fabric, \"we had a little _tête_-à-_tête_ _while we were watching you in the kitchen, and...well...we're gonna take turns on your ass.\"\u0026nbsp; He stepped out of his undies, and Naonao slid his orange boxers to the floor so as not to feel out of place.\u0026nbsp; He couldn't help a little bull rumble as he eyed the tight black hole so easily accessible in the chair.\u0026nbsp; All he had to do was straddle it a little._\n\nSebastién L'Hounque looked from cock to cock, puffed out another cloud of sweet, and said, \"I can't very well resist when I'm already on my back, can I?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis son took the pipe and put it between his teeth.\u0026nbsp; \"I dong't schthink scho.\u0026nbsp; Naonao, put schome drool on that hole and help me out here.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe bulf straddled the chair's footrest, pressed Sebastién's legs to his chest and pawed around until he got up a good bit of saliva.\u0026nbsp; His aim was true, and he thumbed it in.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yup, that's about all it takes nowa--MMMPH.\"\u0026nbsp; The rest of his sentence suddenly became full of cock.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Don't worry about the glasses, Dad, my paws are right here,\" Hector said as he steered Sebastién's head.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNaonao fingered behind Mr. L'Hounque's knot and gathered a decent palm of pre, adding it to the spit-shined tailhole.\u0026nbsp; His thumb did, indeed, slide right in.\u0026nbsp; And so would the rest of him.\u0026nbsp; He lined up and sealed his end of the spit.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}