The Oldest Son
Finally...after two years. Its the third chapter of my story. Sorry it took so long...I hope its at least somewhat worth the wait. This is a gay incest story involving two lions, a father and son pair of lions. If you don't like these themes don't offend yourself by reading it. That being said if you do like them...enjoy the smut. :3Please don't be afraid to comment or leave constructive criticism!!
Stretching my arms out over my head I hear my back give a protesting
crack. The hardwood bench seats of the church at in no way comfortable. A cool
September breeze ruffles my tie along the front of my white dress shirt. The
air feels damp and heavy and the gray clouds at noon really look like we're
gonna be getting rain soon. I look over and dad in his deep charcoal grey suit
and dark blue button down walking James over to the Henderson's to join them
for the night. Alex Henderson rushes out to meet the little scamp. Those two
have been inseparable all through their eighth grade. It's good that James has
at least one friend like that. I was pretty much a loner for most of grade
school anyway. Standing
by the car I watch the quick pleasantries dad goes through chatting with Mr.
and Mrs. Henderson before hugging and kissing James goodbye to James's
embarrassed protests. Can't help but smile at it, I remember doing the same
thing when I was his age. Reaching into the pocket of my black slacks I check
the time on my phone, still just a quarter after noon. Dad's on his way over to
the car smiling, there's a soft rumble of thunder of in the distance. That
chance or rain seems to be getting higher. We're in
the car and pulling out of the parking lot within five minutes, classic rock
radio playing lowly. There's silence between us but it isn't tense. Dad hums
softly to the song and I watch out the window, the sleepy suburb rolling along,
more than a few white picket fences passing in a blur beside us. "So what
did you think of the sermon today?" Dad's deep voice is the first to break the
silence. "It was
pretty good. I liked the way pastor Hart tied in peace and love as being
directly related to how we treat others." I know he's asking to see if I
actually paid attention. He's knows the church scene isn't my bag, I go out of
respect for him. After I'm out of the house and living on my own, probably not
gonna be a regular thing. He can almost hear the smile in his voice when he
responds though and that makes me feel like a good son. "Yeah,
you're right, I think that was a good message." He hums softly to the tune of
Renegade by Styx as it streams through the speakers. The image of him dancing
to this as much younger man at some crazy disco nearly makes me laugh but I
suppress it. It's only
another few minutes of driving till we're pulling into the driveway. Climbing
out of the car I feel small misting of rain starting to fall, the clouds in the
distance looking like thick smoke. Definitely going to rain, possibly a nice
fall thunderstorm as well. We're climbing the stairs, dad slotting the key into
the door and stepping in ahead of me. We kick off our shoes, house rule, in the
entrance room by the stairway to the second floor before we go any farther in. "Feel
like some breakfast champ?" Dad asks with a smile. "Sounds good to me, you making your famous
blueberry pancakes?" I ask making a sly puppy dog face cause I know it still
gets him sometimes, even though I'm well passed being able to play the kid
card. "As long
as we actually have blueberries, otherwise you may have to settle for banana."
He chuckles deeply as he walks into the kitchen, I follow behind him. Dad
starts to gather the ingredients, flour, eggs, milk, mixing bowls, frying pan.
I've always enjoyed watching him cook, he's comfortable doing it to, not like
some men who have no idea how to even boil water. I pull out one of the chairs
at the small table we keep in the kitchen as a breakfast nook and take a seat.
He has the frying pan slowly heating up and is reaching for the flour before he
stops and looks at himself appraisingly. "Don't
feel like paying for dry cleaning." He mumbles as he shucks his nice suit
jacket off his broad shoulders and hangs it on the back of the chair opposite
me. I nod to him and chuckle remembering the time he was trying to open a
container of powdered sugar and had the bag explode all over him. Mom still
makes jokes about it. I'm too distracted watching him to think of anything
witty to say. He's a handsome man, especially wearing that dark dress shirt
that accentuates his broad shoulders and those snug fitting slacks that hug
tight to his waist and...mold so perfectly over his taut rump. I turn
toward him and lean my back against the wall, watching him more closely. His
tail sways lazily behind him while he pours the flour into a large mixing bowl.
When he lifts the gallon of milk to pour it into a measuring cup his button
down shirt stretches tight around his muscled back and I can just catch the
outline of his strong bicep. Bending down to further scrutinize the amount of
liquid in the measuring cup pushes his round shapely ass out behind him and
bite my lip. God I'm a pervert but he's one hell of a good looking man. Satisfied
he pours the milk into the flour before he takes and egg with one paw and
cracks it, dumping the liquid gold it contains smoothly into the mix, not a bit
of shell contaminating the batch. He grabs a whisk and starts to stir, slow at
first just getting the liquid to cover and blend into the dry flour. After a
few moments the motion starts to become more vigorous, his biceps flexing and
shifting, pulling at his shirt as it curls into a hard mound of muscle. I'm not
even trying to be sly about watching; no he's in cooking lala land and putting
on a nice show for me. My paw resting on my thigh drifts slowly to my groin to
cup my bulge and palm it softly. I've
always loved watching him, his muscles and his grace. I used to be jealous of
him, the difference in muscle. I'm not exactly small, I'm only about three
inches shorter than his six foot three but I'm more runners build whereas he's
like a brick wall of muscle. It doesn't bother me anymore though; I've come to
enjoy being a little less bulky. I can feel something stir while I watch his
tail bounce and his hips roll from side to side as he mixes the pancake batter.
A different kind of hunger letting itself be known when I feel the bulge in my
slacks getting tighter. He's
lifting up the whisk and watching the liquid slide off slowly to check its
consistency. Happy with it he sets it down and grabs the bag of blueberries and
dumps in a health amount of them to pepper the batch with dark purple spots
before mixing them in well. Happy with the result he lifts the bowl and pours a
nice heavy amount of the mix into the pan to start the actual cooking. He's
humming now and I smell the batter starting to cook, his tail bouncing a bit as
he sways his hips to some internal song. And I can't take it anymore. Slowly I
rise to my feet happy his back is to me. It's only a few steps and I'm there,
he jumps a bit when my paws find his hips and grip them, pressing in close, my
front pinned to his back. He stiffens as I press flush to him and rise up on
the balls of my feet to nestle my cheek against the crook of his neck, the
thick auburn fur of his mane tickling my cheek, my own blonde short cropped
mane small in comparison. I let out a deep rumble as my paws slowly slide along
his hips, he's still but I can feel him relax again my touch, the surprise
wearing off. His paw shuffles the frying pan a bit, making sure the pancake
isn't sticking to it. I purr
softly as I let my paws gently trail along the waistline of his slacks easing
around to rest on his lower abs just above the silver buckle of his black
leather belt. I feel a slight shiver pass through him, taking a deep breath as
the scent of him and his slightly sweet cologne fill my nose. It has been a
long time since I was this close to him and it feels good, the firmness of his
back muscle, the heat of his body against mine, the curve of his rump flush
against my dip of my groin, his tail twitches softly between us. After a
moment I hear a soft deep rumble that becomes a low purr reverberating against
my chest from him and I join it with my own. He's still slowly shifting the
pancake before he does a quick and precise flick of his wrist to flip it over
in the pan perfectly. I can't help but smirk and chuckle softly against his
neck, my paw slowly pulling at the bottom of his shirt to untuck it before it
slide up under the fabric to press against the bare fur of his hard abdominal
muscles. He tenses again slightly and I can feel those taught muscles ripple
under my fingers. "We have
the house to ourselves dad." I say softly, tilting my head to kiss the side of
his neck. "That
doesn't happen often." My breath tickled over his ear before I nipped the rim
of it making him shiver again me. I ran my fingers through the thick dark auburn
fur of his treasure trails slowly up and then back down to where it disappeared
into his slacks, my fingertips threatening to push under their waistline and
follow it further. He tenses and a deep bass rumble flows up through him, I
know I'm pushing the right buttons when he moves the pan off the burned and
turns off the stove. He slowly
turns and slip back enough to give him room to, there's a sly grin crooking his
lips and a dancing light in his deep golden eyes when he looks me in the face.
Stepping forward he closes the small gap and his paws are on my shoulders
squeezing them, he's face to face when he purrs softly, I can smell the mint of
his toothpaste still clinging to his breath and just a hint of the alter wine
left there. My paws drop onto his hips again as he leans in closing that last
gap, warm lips pressing to mine. It's soft
at first, just a gently brushing of lips, tentative, a test of who will push
for more. I suppose he knew I would blink first because being this near to his
warmth makes me want more. My arms slowly slide around his waist as I ease
forward, feeling his hips and mine meet, the round lump of his bulge melding to
mine as I press into his lips more firmly. He tilts his head accepting my
surrender and our lips lock in a way that never fails to illicit a deep rumble
from both of us. It's like the world become a vibration, pulsing with the rush
of endorphins and adrenaline, the warm scent of him filling my nose the way my
own fills his. After a
moment my lips part and I tickle my tongue tip along his lower lip slowly. He
doesn't hesitate to draw his own lips open to usher my slippery rough appendage
in. His flavor in deep and earthy like dark maple syrup and oak smoke, my
tongue slides along his lips and is met by his own rough distinctly feline
tongue. He glides his big paws down my back, caressing in little circles. My
own paws don't hesitate to dip down and take ahold of his muscled ass,
squeezing at taught cheeks which earn a low growl and a nip to my tongue. I take
the hint and go from groping to just resting my paws on his broad gloriously
pert rump. He eases my tongue back into my own mouth and takes his own turn
exploring my maw. His tongue curls slowly along my sharp canine teeth, dipping
in to slide over my tongue and twist with it; wrestling lazily as I give slow
little suckles on his talented mouth organ. I tilt my head back the other way
and our lips part for a moment both of us panting for breath for a moment. His lips
twitch with a smile as he shifts a bit, pulling me close to him, his hips
giving a shallow grind against my own. My own lips curl as I feel that, the
friction of his bulge against mine, both grown more taught with the heated
kiss. I return the gesture slowly and earn a small low moan from him, his scent
getting deeper, the smile on my lips grows and I lean back in to kiss him
again. Wet lips locking tight, teeth nearly clicking together, more heat than
before. My paws
slide up his back pull the back of his shirt with them, eager paws delving
under to press against the small of his back. His hips roll slowly and I inhale
sharply through my nose feeling him grinding our hips together, hot centers
dragging over one another. His tongue tickles the roof of my mouth and he's still
slowly rolling his hips in a motion familiar to any male. I join him in it,
slowly flexing my hips to press in tighter, the heat of his growing bulge
pressed ever so tightly against my own. His paws
slide down to cover my rump and hold it, not squeezing or manhandling it. He
presses in when our hips move together, adding a bit more strength to our
grinding. My paws slide up his back, following the strong line of his spine and
the muscles wrapped around his ribs, combing through his soft fur. His breath hitches and catches when I let my
claws push through his fur and touch his back as I drag my paws back down from
his shoulder blades to his hips. I don't scratch hard, just enough to let him
feel them. It has the effect I want as he crushes his lips against mine, his
hips thrusting straight and grinding hard. It feels
like a fires been lit between our groins, his bulge becoming a tent and mine
following it closely. After a few moments he slowly pulls back and licks his
lips, huffing softly. I'm a bit out of breath as I smile at him, my paws
lightly tickling along his spine. I tilt my head down and stare at our meshed
groins and quirk a brow up at him. "Feeling
a little bit constricted?" I bite my lower lip and hold his gaze while my paw snakes
around and down to pull at his belt buckle playfully. He grunts softly and
snickers nodding a bit. "We
should head upstairs Aaron." His voice is a low baritone rumble full of heat
and no small amount of lust. "Music to
my ears, lead the way Michael." I say smirking, I know he's thrown a bit by my
use of his first name, but he just grins and moves fluidly to the side. The
coolness of the air after being so close to him for so long is nearly a shock. His
paw grips my tie and gives it a yank and like that I'm following him out of the
kitchen and through the house, up the stairs and down the hallway to my
parents' bedroom. He lets
go of my tie before he crosses into the bedroom and I follow him in. I turn to
close the door behind me and when I turn back he's on top of me pressing in
close and hard. He has me wedged against the door with his bigger frame, his
hard muscled body pinning me flat. I try to twist but he holds firm, his paws
gripping my wrists and keeping my arms locked at my sides. His breath his hot
against my cheek and I feel small again, like a kid compared to him, not a
twenty four year old adult. I keep struggling, grunting as I try to gain
leverage and twist or turn to fight him. His growl
is real and it's deep as he leans his face against my neck and kisses slowly.
It isn't a kiss long though as I try to turn my shoulder into his chest. His
teeth press against my neck in a threat to stop my struggling and I feel him
slowly bite down, the dull pressure quickly becoming a sharp pain as I keep
struggling. After a moment I lose my composure and hiss in pain, flinching I
tilt my head away from where he's locked on. He
doesn't let up until I go still and stop fighting. Slowly he released his jaws
and starts to drag his tongue over the spot in a gentle lick, reminding me that
there is no real threat there in our mock struggles for dominance. He would
never actually hurt me intentionally. The feel of his licks makes me shiver and
moan as they tickles along the crook of my neck and down around to the hollow
of my throat before he stops and pulls back. His smirk is bright and his eyes
are full of heat. "Good
boy." Comes his lust graveled voice. His paws pull my wrists up over my head
and he grips both of them in one large strong paw pinning them against the
wooden door. I don't fight this time and he gives a satisfied rumble as he
leans in to kiss me. It's a hard kiss and the back of my head presses into the
door as he claims my mouth. I suck at his tongue as it dives into my mouth to
drag over my teeth and tongue, wriggling and conquering, laying claim to its
new home. Dad's free
paw moves from my shoulder to grip the front of my tie and pulls it loose, not
all the way off though. Then its undoing the buttons of my shirt, slowly,
methodically. His lips pressed tight to mine while his tongue busies itself
with trailing over every inch of my mouth. That paw works open button after
button, the cooler air of the room brushing against my warm chest. He works
open the last button and pulls back from my lips to admire his handy work. He licks
his lips while he pushes my shirt open and trails his fingers up my tattooed
side, following the pattern of the eight black outlined stars the flow from my
left hip up to onto my left shoulder blade. He didn't like the idea of tattoos
at first, he doesn't complain about them anymore. His paw diverts from my side
to my chest and presses his palm flat over my left peck, his palm covering the
horseshoe shaped piercing in that nipple. He really didn't like the idea of
piercings either, until he found out how sensitive they were. I gasp
into his lips and moan deeply as his paw slowly grips at my chest and he grinds
his palm over my pierced nipple. He chuckles softly before nipping my lower lip
and pulling at it with his teeth. He pulls back panting softly and looks at me.
I glare back and shudder as he takes my pierced nipple between his thumb and
index finger and starts to pinch at it, slowly pulling. I grit my teeth closing
my eyes moaning out hotly, my hips pressing up against him, the heat there
sweltering. I can feel him against me, hard and throbbing just like I am. The
bastard slowly twists my nipple ring and pulls, then eases up only to slowly do
it again. I fight the urge to moan until it feels like my throat is gonna burst
and I let out a sharp mewling yelp of pleasure. His smirk is so damn smug it
makes me want to punch him. He knows he won that match. His paw releases my
wrists but he fixes me with a look that tells me not to move them. Both of his
paws grips my belt and make short work of undoing it, pulling it free of my
pants. He looks at it in his paws for a moment and then slowly he looks up at
me and I know I look a bit worried. He just snickers and tosses the belt aside. It's only
a quick flick of the wrist and tug later and my fly is open and the tent in my
light blue briefs is jutting out, its tip sporting a wet patch were pre has
bleed through. He rumbles his approval and I moan as his big meaty paw curls
around that tent and squeezes tight. I'm up on my tippy toes while he's
stroking me through my briefs, his eyes watching the way the contour of my
briefs molds to my erection. He licks his lips and they curl mischievously
upward as he looks me in the eye. In an
instant he's on his knees, his paws fluidly pulling my slacks and briefs down with
him on the way. The move bends my shaft downward almost painfully with how
unbelievably hard I am. It springs up like an ebony diving board after the
divers taken the plunge, bouncing up and down with a throb. The silver hoop of
my prince albert catches the light moist as it is with pre and shines dully. My
paws drop from their position near the top of the door frame and I hear deep
growl of warning, nearly feeling it as dad's mouth hovers next to my exposed
cock. I press my paws flat against the door on either side of me and he accepts
the concession. One big
paw comes up to cup my tawny sack, his fingers curling around my orbs, tufts of
blonde pubic fur sticking out between his fingers. We lions share a nice trait,
lush amount of pubic fur. I can see his nose flare as he inhales the deep scent
of my arousal, musky and distinctly male. There was no question about it; I was
no nervous teenager anymore. I was an aroused and ready grown man. I shiver and
hear the deep rumbling of his purr as his free paw closed around my ebony cock,
thumb rubbing just beneath my uncut pierced cockhead. Another wonderful
inheritance from dad, no sheath to speak of but I loved my foreskin. His paw
fully closed around my cock there's still nearly three inches jutting out above
his grip. I'm just a half inch or so short of dad's nine inch length and just a
bit thinner than him as well, nothing to be ashamed of. He slowly pulls my
foreskin back and grinds his thumb against the base of my pierced cockhead, pre
smearing over his thumb. I bite my lower lip and groan deeply, shaking slightly
as jolts of electricity shoot down my cock and up my spine. He loves teasing me
and the piercings have only made it easier and more pleasurable. He manipulates
my hooded tip slowly, peeling the foreskin back and then slowly up over my tip,
slick with pre as he strokes me. His paw
slowly slips down to the base of my prick and squeezes making the veins stand
out and pre dribble out of my cumslit. His paw on my heavy orbs gently pulls on
them as he presses my cock against my abs and leans in with a flourish and
drags his rough wet tongue up the underside of my shaft, sloppily licking up
the pre gathered on it. There aren't really words for the sound I make, deep
guttural and feral. The heat of his rough feline tongue scouring over the
sensitive underside of my cock, slick and yet with enough friction to electrify
my nerves, it's intense and amazing. He eases
back and pulls his tongue back in smacking his lips a bit at the flavor of my
pre and smirks looking up at me, my panting maw hanging open. He does it again,
slower. Taking his time lavishing his tongue over my shaft, letting it drag over
my tip. And again, the bastard was torturing me. Tilting his head to angle his
tongue differently, letting it curl around the side of my shaft and lick a
previously unexplored area. My fingers curl and dig my claws into the wood of
the door. Dad doesn't
let up, slow deliberate, toes curling licks. Slowly my moans turn into whines
until I'm whimpering, my nerves on fire and begging for more than a tease. His
tongue crested my tip and he looks up at me, his lips curling into a shit
eating grin as his eye brows raise slowly. I grit my teeth and narrow my eyes.
He snickers and pulls my shaft out from against my body, turning his head and
pressing his lips in a soft kiss against the base of my shaft. Slowly he starts
to lick again, now along the side of my throbbing and heavily leaking cock. The
bastard wasn't gonna stop the torture till he heard what he was waiting for.
"Pl...please?" I whispered softly, breathless and shuddering as his tongue
curled to cup the side of my aching cock. He peaked up at me and purred his
lips close enough for me to feel the vibration against my shaft. His tongue
started its slow devilish path up my shaft again and I tensed growling in
frustration. Oh you dirty son of a bitch.
"Dad...daddy...." My voice broke softly as it tongue flicked roughly against
my tip a clear thin drip of pre falling to the floor. "Daddy
please....please." I begged softly, the sting to my pride outweighed by the look
of lust he gave me. His paws shifted to my hips and gripped them tight, holding
them steady. Our eyes stayed locked for a long moment before he moved in with
purpose, his lips parting as he took me into his mouth in one smooth motion.
His lips were silky as they descended over my tip and hugged to my shaft while
the wet heat of his mouth enveloped my manhood. His purrs vibrated along my
tool, sending waves up my body. My toes curled in my socks and into the carpet. He dipped
lower slowly inch by inch disappearing into his maw as I watched. He stopped
after the first five or so inches, closing his eyes and letting his tongue do
the seeing for him. It rolled along the underside of my cock and rubbed
wonderfully, pushing the upper half against the roof of his mouth. He hollowed
his cheeks with suction and I thought I saw stars exploding in front of my
eyes. His paws held my hips firmly in place when I tried to push deeper, force
more of my cock into his mouth. He eased
back, his lips curled over his teeth hugging tight to my shaft. He stopped
before my tip left his maw, his lips tugging lightly on my prince albert before
he descended again. My world narrowed to the feel of his mouth around me, the
heat of his lips, and the roll of his tongue over my shaft, slick and slippery
yet textured enough to cause incredible friction. His cheeks hollowed each time
he pulled back and the lewd wet slurping noises that accompanied it made my
ears twitch and my balls pull up inadvertently. My cock throbbed and pulsed
with rolling electric waves of sensation, my whole body starting to shiver and shake
with each smooth bob of his head. He
started to twist and turn his head to different angles, working his lips in a
corkscrew motion as he dipped and pulled back, moving deeper bit by bit onto my
shaft. Then without any warning he made one long smooth dip, my tip pushing
into his experienced throat and his lips kissing the base of my cock. Every
muscle in my body drew tight and I couldn't help it, my paws gripped at the
back of his head. He didn't pull away; he held on firm and kept me hilted in his
throat. "Ooh
god...da...daddy." My cock throbbed and pulsed in the confines of his throat as he
slowly swallowed around me, muscles squeezing around my shaft expertly. He
eased back slowly till my tip left his muzzle and he licked his lips slowly. "That good?" He asked, voice a bit hoarse
no doubt from having a cock stretch his throat. I didn't have a response other
than to nod, my paws no longer gripping his head but resting loose on his
shoulders. His smile was genuine as he dipped down once more to take me into
his mouth, letting his tongue tip trace my foreskin and tickle the sensitive
bare head of my cock beneath before he dived down. I was treated to the feel of
him swallowing me to the root again. He didn't linger there though, easing back
to the tip and dipping down once more all the way to the base. He kept doing
that, tip to base and back, not slow but not hurried, leisurely deepthroating
my leaking prick. He eased
back and his lips slid off my tip with a soft wet pop. He looks up at me
licking his lips slowly as he stands. Panting I meet his press as he kisses me
and my mouth fills with the taste of his saliva mixed with my own cock and
precum. He pulls back roughly and growls low. "You're
turn, now." There isn't any room for discussion and I don't hesitate to nod, I
can feel his rock hard tent grind against my bare thigh before he pulls back.
He doesn't wait for me to undress him, his tie flies across the room with a
pull of his arm. I'm surprised the buttons of his shirt don't pop off with how
quick he's pulling them open. "Undo the
buttons but leave the shirt on." I say to him as I follow suit undressing,
stepping out of my pants and pulling off my socks, my shirt already fluttering
to the ground. He grins as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt and then starts
to undo his belt, leaving the shirt on. "Leave
your tie on." His voice his low and full of lust, I nod and watch as his paws
push his slacks and underwear down. There's no denying him nude is a sight that
I'll never stop admiring. His pecks are two thick mounds of muscle, a thick
patch of auburn fur in the middle that flows into a dense treasure trail down
his hard brick like six pack abdominal muscles. His hips are slightly more
slender than his shoulders, muscles defined enough to form a tight V curve
leading to his groin. And following that auburn trail down brings you to a
thick tower of ebony jutting up between hard thighs. My eyes
lock onto that spire of hard manhood, watching the way it bobs slightly with
the ways its throbbing. A solid nine inches of uncut ebony lion meat, a line of
pre steadily dripping from his very moist hooded cockhead. My mouth waters at
the sight of him and he kicks his socks off. His shirt is just long enough that
the dark blue fabric forms a frame around the sides of it and his large tawny
orbs in their nest of deep auburn pubic fur. He's magnificent. Like some greek
god carved out of marble come to life. I could never get tired of looking at
him, the way his chest puffs with each breath, the ripple of his abs, the hard
mounds of his biceps, the graceful curl of his hips, the V of his taught groin,
the slight curve of his meaty shaft, the tuft of auburn behind the cleft of his
balls. A perfect specimen of all that is male. Of course after a long moment my eyes
wander slowly back to his face and I realize I must have been staring for
longer than I thought. His lips are curled in an appreciative smile and I blush
and chuckle apologetically. His paw lifts and he beckons with one finger. "Come
here." His voice is low and soft, it's not a demand but I'm certainly not gonna
say no. I move to him, silver hooped cock head leading the way. My paws press
softly against his chest and his arms wrap around my shoulders, our lips
meeting soon after. The kiss is softer but filled with need. His fingers trail
up the back of my neck and take a gently hold there pulling me into the kiss. I
can feel the heat of his shaft against my belly. I shift my hips until my cock
meets his and they are slick and hot sandwiched between us. It's his turn to
gasp softly and moan into my mouth. He pulls
back and growls his paw on my neck squeezes a bit and I feel him step back. I
get the message and move down, kneeling in front of him and looking up as
cutely as I can. I'm at eye level with his thick cock, its ebony skin wet with
his and my pre from out short frot. His fingers slide through my short blonde
mane and hair and a low growl rumbles above me. I get it, don't tease just
please. I push my
palm flat against the underside of his cock and push it up out of the way. I
lean right in and start to drag my tongue over his heavy orbs, the heavy scent
of his musk mixed with a little sweat and soap fills my nose. It's intoxicating
and the way he shivers and lets out a grunt makes me want more. I lash my
tongue up the cleft of his balls like a whip before I curve to the other side
and roll it smoothly over his other orbs. His fingers curl in my hair almost
pulling at it, but it's too short for that. My lips open and I don't waste time
pulling one heavy testicle in with a hard suck and work it over with my tongue. I know he
won't stand for it long so I don't push my luck. I ease back and pull his cock
back down to point his tip toward my face. He's panting softly and like I know
he likes I look up at him as I press a kiss to his tip and slide my mouth over
his hooded head. I can feel the shiver roll up his being while my lips push his
foreskin back, his bare cockhead grinding against my tongue as my mouth accepts
his thick tool. I make sure that his foreskin stays rolled back as I dip down
lower, working my lips to the midpoint of his shaft in one go. I pull back
sharply and roll his foreskin over the sensitive tip as I pull back. Getting to
enjoy the spasm of pleasure as I roll the foreskin back once more with my lips
as I dip down his shaft again.
"Uuhhhnnn...fuuuck." His voice sounds strained and ragged as I feel his
thighs shake as I keep lavishing my rough tongue over his cock head, exposing
it and covering it alternatively with his foreskin. He isn't the only one who
can be an unrepentant tease. I rumble with a mouthful of his manhood looking up
at him and he nearly snarls when I peel back his foreskin with my lips and curl
my tongue along his glans licking roughly. I only
have a moment to bask in my revenge before his paw is gripping the back of my
head tight and I catch the dangerous glint in his eyes. His strong paw pulls me
down and I feel more and more of his thick shaft pushing into my maw, his cock
head finding the back of my throat. "All of
it." He roughly barks as he keeps pulling. I huff in a breath and relax, his
paws pulling further, his thick tip pushing deeper, grinding down into my
throat. It feels like much more than the few inches it is a he drags me down
till my lips kiss the base of his broad cock, my nose nestled into his thick
patch of auburn pubic fur. I've never been as good at this as him and I can't
fight down the urge to gag for long. But he holds me down even when my throat
muscles start to inadvertently convulse and squeeze, grinding harder making me
gag more. It isn't until I slap his thigh that he relents and lets me pull up
coughing and panting for air. "Good
boy." He purrs and caresses the back of my neck while I catch my breath. Looking
up at him I glare for a moment and he grins and chuckles. His paw pulls me
forward softly and I get the message, leaning in and letting him direct my
mouth back onto his cock. This time he's in control though, holding me steady
while his hips start to move. They roll slow and steady, feeding me his thick
length of maleness. His other paw joins the first, holding either side of my
head, biceps flexing lightly as he pulls a bit and thrusts a bit adding more
depth to his thrusts. I open my
eyes and stare at the way his hips advance, watching his shaft as it slides
smoothly forward into my muzzle, feeling his cock advance passed my lips. My
eyes slowly turn up following that thick treasure trail up his body till I meet
his own eyes. His face is tense with pleasure, lip locked between his teeth,
his eyes locked on mine. He's watching my face as he slowly and deliberately
fucks my muzzle. He's holding himself back from going to hard, muscles drawn
tight with the strain. My paws
grip his hips and when he pulls me forward onto himself my arms tense and I
pull myself deeper onto him. He gasps and shivers at the feel of the entrance
of my throat grinding against his tip. His pace doesn't falter as he pulls back
and starts to move me back down onto his shaft. When he does I pull on his hips
again, harder, forcing him deeper into my muzzle, nearly pushing him into my
throat. His eyes go a little wide as he catches on to what I want from him. His
lips curl a bit and I feel him really start to pull, his paws dragging me down
deeper till he's sliding down my throat and my lips kiss the base of his cock.
He doesn't hold me down though, easing back to let me pull up and drag in a
breath of air before he's thrusting forward again and pushing me to deepthroat
him to the root again. "Aww yeah
that's my boy, swallow yer daddies dick." The heated moment has him so full of
lust he's even talking dirty to me. My mouth fills with his salty sweet pre as
it oozes over my tongue, my nose inhaling the deep rich scent of his musk as my
nose is tickled with his pubic fur again and again. He makes steady deep
thrusts, not letting himself lose control. His thick shaft pushes deep, muscles
corded and tight with their strain to not use too much force. He feels like a
tightly stretched rubber band about to snap under my paws as he drags me down
again and again, panting above me. All I can do is focus on keeping my teeth
tucked behind my lips and keep sucking, letting him have full control of the
moment, submitting to his lust. With a
jerk he pulls free of my lips and stumbles back a step, panting hard, saliva a
pre dripping off his pulsing cock. I imagine I look a little surprised but he
just grunts and grins through his panting. "You....you deserve a treat for that." He
says as he pulls open the nightstand draw and lifts out a bottle of lube. He
shows it to me before he tosses it over and I have to scramble to catch it. I
look from it in my paw to him quizzically. He moves to the bed and climb onto
in, on hands and knees, his gorgeous firm ass pointed toward me. His tail flags
slowly as he looks over his shoulder at me. "You
saying no?" He says it with some force, making it clear this is a now before he
changes his mind kinda deal. I sure as hell ain't saying no. I scramble up from
my kneeling position and onto the bed. His chuckle is deep and heartfelt. I'm
behind him and staring at that beautiful round muscled rump, centered by his
tight rosebud tailhole.
"Remember....I ain't a bottom so go heavy on the lube." I nod and open the
cap with a loud plastic crack. "And
Aaron...try to take it easy on your old man." His slight tone of worry makes my
lips curl up evilly and I smirk at him nodding softly. Upending the bottle I
pour a nice puddle of slippery lube onto three fingers and bring it up and
between his cheeks, smearing it over his pucker. He jumps and hisses. "Stuffs
cold as hell." He mumbles into the pillow. Not much I can do about it so I keep
spreading the slippery stuff around his pucker before I pour a smaller amount
onto just two digits and press them more firmly to his pucker. He knows I'm
getting right to business and he adjusts his hips a bit to raise himself a
little. I work the tip of my middle finger against his opening and he tenses as
I press slowly, the pressure growing until after not too much long my digit
pushes past his pucker and starts it slipper slide into him. He may
not be a bottom but he isn't a whimp either. He doesn't make a sound as he
slowly exhales feeling my middle finger delving deeper into him. I've only had
the pleasure of being in this position with him a dozen or so times over the
years and it still amazes me how excited it makes me. The thought of dad
letting me top him; feel his thickly corded muscles beneath me while I sink
into his tight hot depths sends a shiver racing down my spine. I work my
middle finger slowly deeper, till the third knuckle is at his entrance. He lets
out his first sound, a low groan as I curl my digit inside of him and drag it
back out. I know what I'm looking for, that little magic pleasure button inside
a man called the prostate. I make the same motion again, slowly, spreading the
lube deep in him while I search for his prostate. And the fourth of fifth time
I find it, a small nub about four inches into his hot tunnel. When I feel it
under my finger tip I curl my knuckles and mesh against it. Dad jolts and gasp
and I can feel his walls tense up clenching around my digit. "That's
the ticket." I purr out as I slowly ease my digit back in deeper and drag it
out, making sure to press and knead against his prostate. I get the same effect
as before, he swears and growls low in his chest. I pull my digit back and add
some more lube starting to press two fingers into him this time. He sucks in a
breath but keeps himself under control as I push harder, working my index and
middle finger into him at the same time. I know he can take it but he isn't
used to bottoming so I know I have to work him open some before I can actually
top him. I keep
that up, slowly making gains, working him into loosening up and keeping up the
pleasure as well as I tease his prostate. His cock is still rigid between his
thighs when I grip it and start to stroke him slowly. He grunts and growls as I
start to tease him with the dual sensation of stroking him and kneading his
prostate from inside. Rivulets of pre start to ooze from his tip and drizzle
onto the bed beneath him. It isn't long before he snaps, head whipping around
he growls at me. "God damn
it Aaron just fuck me before I bend you over the end of the bed myself."
There's no small amount of satisfaction in hearing this from him. "Alright
alright, blame a guy for trying to be appreciative." I say as I ease my fingers
from him and release his cock. He glares over his shoulder and grumbles a bit
as I pop the top of the lube again and slowly pour a thick line down the top of
my ebony shaft. He watches as I stroke myself and spread the lube around, my ebony
cock shining bright in the light. I move into position behind him and grip his
rump tight in my paws, spreading his cheeks to reveal that loosened wet pucker
again. It looks so inviting, stretched and ready to be filled. I press
forward and shudder when my tip meets the heat of his pucker, it's a soft
little kiss between them for a moment before I press in more. Dad closes his
eyes tight preparing for what's to come. I refuse to close my eyes though. I
want to see myself enter him. I push slowly, trying to be gentle about it. My
tip slips and I end up hot dogging him for a moment before I pull back and line
back up, starting to push again. I slip off the mark again. Damn it. One of my
paws closes on my base and I guide my cock this time, no more letting gravity
do the work. Dad growls low as I hit the mark and push again, slowly harder,
grinding into him, the pressure growing larger and larger. Just when I was
worried I wasn't gonna be able to get him to open for me his hips shift and
press back and it happens. He tight tailstar parts and a world of inner heat
surrounds my cockhead, peeling back my foreskin as I enter him, my prince
albert dragging over his inner walls. I gasp
and hold my breath, hearing dad rumble low beneath me, his paws gripping the
sheets as he tries to fight the urge to clench or move away. I can always tell
he doesn't exactly like bottoming. He does it for me and I'm pretty sure only
me actually. My paws grip his hips and knead them gently to help him relax. I
keep pushing, slow, firm, unwavering. Breath pushing in and out of my lung in
huffs and gasps. I watch myself sinking into him, the heat incredible, the
tightness of his walls around me like nothing else. Before I
realize it I'm half way in him. He's shuddering softly and chewing his lips but
he starts to push back and I know he's worked through the initial pain of being
taken. I close my eyes for the first time and lean my head back and let out a
long deep moan when he clenches down on me for the first time. He must like
that sound of it before he grunts out a low "yeah" in response and pushes back
a bit more. My paws
hold his hips as I press in and feel my hips meet his, my cock buried in him
balls deep. I can feel his walls roll as they clench on me, he's panting softly
beneath me. I lean over his back more, letting my weight rest more on him. I
hold hilted and let him adjust, feeling him slowly relax in degrees. My paws
stroke his back, kneading into strong muscles. When he starts to shift and feel
like he's getting antsy I grip his hips again. "Ready?"
I ask is a husky whisper. He nods a sharp yes. That's all I need. My hips pull
back slowly, I watch myself slip out of him before I thrust back into him. It's
slow and firm. Ease back and then push in his hot inner tunnel hugging,
squeezing, clenching around my cock. It doesn't take long for him to get into
the rhythm of it, relaxing as I push in, clenching as I pull back. He's milking
my cock as I thrust in no time. My paws hold on tight to his hips as I start to
thrust harder, panting above him. His moan
rumbles deep beneath me as I drive myself into him, our balls meeting with the
force and slapping against one another. I grit my teeth, sweat dripping from my
forehead and chest as my hips keep rocking back and forth, the old man pressing
back to meet my thrusts. It's so incredible the feeling of being in him, hot,
tight, squeezing my shaft each time my prince albert bumps into his prostate. I
try to make that on each thrust as I can tell it's getting to him. There's a
zebra stripe pattern of sticky pre painting the sheets between his legs as I
pump myself into him. I lean
over him more, pressing my chest flush against his back and I keep my hips
pumping, my thighs burning with the exertion of it. My arms wrap tight around
him and I pant against the nape of his neck, drooling slightly. He presses back
up against me, his strong arms holding my weight and flexing each time I thrust
into him. The bed creaks bellow us as we rock in this sensual forbidden lust
filled trance. I'm drooling pre into his tight tunnel each time I throb in him,
my cock head drilling down at a different angle as I lay against his back, my
thrusts drilling into his prostate with each inward push. My paw
finds his cock and grips him, he moans deep and I feel his inner tunnel clamp
down tight around me when I start to stroke him. He isn't a bottom but he sure
as hell seems to like it sometimes. I'm not about to complain as he pushes back
against me and grunts out "harder." I oblige his request and start to thrust
harder into him, pumping my cock into his hot tight ass. He's
panting hard after a few more minutes and my fur is drenched in sweat. I can
feel it starting to build, the rolling tension in my groin moving upward, my
abs clenching down tight. I press my face into his neck growling deep and
bucking harder into him. He knows what I'm trying to say and he pushes his rump
back up higher, telling me to go ahead and pound away. I lick his
neck softly in thanks as my hips do just that, thrusting faster, pumping hard, and
bludgeoning his sensitive prostate with my cock. I lose my in the moment,
giving myself over complete the feel of being inside of him. He grunts and
growls with the force of it but I don't slow or stop. I set my hips into a hard
driving pace spearing into him deep with my cock. He clenches down around me
with his hot inner walls and I can feel his cock pulse every time my pierced cockhead
mashes against his pleasure button. "Yo...you
first." I snarl against his neck. He shakes his head no and pushes back against
my thrusting. "To...together."
He pants out. I press my face against the side of his neck and nod. We're a
panting sweating tangle of lion, as my hips find an ever harder pace pounding
into him. He grunts and pushes back growling deeply. I can feel him growing
taught, tightening down around me. He's so close and I'm right there with him.
I'm determined to be the second to cum despite agreeing to a draw, but it's gonna
be a photo finish. My paw stroked him hard gripping like a vice, jerking up and
down his length in rapid succession. I feel it,
his cock throbs and seems to grow thicker, his balls pulled tight against his
body. That first hot thick milky shot of cum blasts up his length and out onto
the bed beneath us. That's all I needed, that and the feel of his hot tunnel
clamping down like a vice around me. I managed a few quick jackhammer thrusts
more into him and my world exploded. My hips ground to a halt hilted in him as
my cock exploded in white hot lightening, throbbing and pumping my searing lion
cum into him. There was ringing in my ears while lightening played over my
shaft and it felt like my balls were in my throat they were pulled up so tight
against me, draining shot after shot of cum into his tight embrace. It seemed
like it was never gonna end, like time had stopped in that moment of intense
pleasure. Maybe I had died and this was heaven or something. But eventually it
did stop and I took ragged breaths feeling dad shaking beneath me. My legs were
like jelly and burned like they were on fire. It felt like running a marathon
with no air. I slumped back slowly, my cock pulling from dad a bit roughly, he
hissed and turned over as I collapsed onto my back panting. He eyes met mine
and I mouthed an apology to him. "Yeah
well you're riding my dick next time." He gruffed at me and I couldn't help but
smirked and reach over to pat his chest. "Give me
twenty minutes and we'll see if we can make that happen." He gave me sour look
of exasperation and I shrugged. "Maybe
tomorrow before James comes home." He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows and I
quirked a brow. We both went quiet for a while, ending up with me lying against
his side using a thick peck for a pillow, both of us purring softly. It was a
nice way to unwind after that long and passionate session. I was nearly snoring
when I heard him clear his throat. My eyes tipped up toward his face and he motioned
for me to sit up more. I did and he paused for a moment like he was thinking. "What would
you think....about....bringing James into the bedroom with us?" His eyes were
focused on my face, watching me closely. I couldn't hide the surprise even if I
wanted to. Fina