{"sf1_id":751270,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Oldest Son","author":"Osiris faction","words":9398,"posted_at":"2014-08-31T14:03:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Domination/Submission","Incest","Lion","M/M","Oral","age play","father/son"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/751270-the-oldest-son","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/751270","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=751270\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"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!!    \nStretching my arms out over my head I hear my back give a protesting\ncrack. The hardwood bench seats of the church at in no way comfortable. A cool\nSeptember breeze ruffles my tie along the front of my white dress shirt. The\nair feels damp and heavy and the gray clouds at noon really look like we're\ngonna be getting rain soon. I look over and dad in his deep charcoal grey suit\nand dark blue button down walking James over to the Henderson's to join them\nfor the night. Alex Henderson rushes out to meet the little scamp. Those two\nhave been inseparable all through their eighth grade. It's good that James has\nat least one friend like that. I was pretty much a loner for most of grade\nschool anyway.      Standing\nby the car I watch the quick pleasantries dad goes through chatting with Mr.\nand Mrs. Henderson before hugging and kissing James goodbye to James's\nembarrassed protests. Can't help but smile at it, I remember doing the same\nthing when I was his age. Reaching into the pocket of my black slacks I check\nthe time on my phone, still just a quarter after noon. Dad's on his way over to\nthe car smiling, there's a soft rumble of thunder of in the distance. That\nchance or rain seems to be getting higher.      We're in\nthe car and pulling out of the parking lot within five minutes, classic rock\nradio playing lowly. There's silence between us but it isn't tense. Dad hums\nsoftly to the song and I watch out the window, the sleepy suburb rolling along,\nmore than a few white picket fences passing in a blur beside us.      \"So what\ndid you think of the sermon today?\" Dad's deep voice is the first to break the\nsilence.      \"It was\npretty good. I liked the way pastor Hart tied in peace and love as being\ndirectly related to how we treat others.\" I know he's asking to see if I\nactually paid attention. He's knows the church scene isn't my bag, I go out of\nrespect for him. After I'm out of the house and living on my own, probably not\ngonna be a regular thing. He can almost hear the smile in his voice when he\nresponds though and that makes me feel like a good son.      \"Yeah,\nyou're right, I think that was a good message.\" He hums softly to the tune of\nRenegade by Styx as it streams through the speakers. The image of him dancing\nto this as much younger man at some crazy disco nearly makes me laugh but I\nsuppress it.      It's only\nanother few minutes of driving till we're pulling into the driveway. Climbing\nout of the car I feel small misting of rain starting to fall, the clouds in the\ndistance looking like thick smoke. Definitely going to rain, possibly a nice\nfall thunderstorm as well. We're climbing the stairs, dad slotting the key into\nthe door and stepping in ahead of me. We kick off our shoes, house rule, in the\nentrance room by the stairway to the second floor before we go any farther in.      \"Feel\nlike some breakfast champ?\" Dad asks with a smile.      \"Sounds good to me, you making your famous\nblueberry pancakes?\" I ask making a sly puppy dog face cause I know it still\ngets him sometimes, even though I'm well passed being able to play the kid\ncard.      \"As long\nas we actually have blueberries, otherwise you may have to settle for banana.\"\nHe chuckles deeply as he walks into the kitchen, I follow behind him. Dad\nstarts to gather the ingredients, flour, eggs, milk, mixing bowls, frying pan.\nI've always enjoyed watching him cook, he's comfortable doing it to, not like\nsome men who have no idea how to even boil water. I pull out one of the chairs\nat the small table we keep in the kitchen as a breakfast nook and take a seat.\nHe has the frying pan slowly heating up and is reaching for the flour before he\nstops and looks at himself appraisingly.      \"Don't\nfeel like paying for dry cleaning.\" He mumbles as he shucks his nice suit\njacket off his broad shoulders and hangs it on the back of the chair opposite\nme. I nod to him and chuckle remembering the time he was trying to open a\ncontainer of powdered sugar and had the bag explode all over him. Mom still\nmakes jokes about it. I'm too distracted watching him to think of anything\nwitty to say. He's a handsome man, especially wearing that dark dress shirt\nthat accentuates his broad shoulders and those snug fitting slacks that hug\ntight to his waist and...mold so perfectly over his taut rump.      I turn\ntoward him and lean my back against the wall, watching him more closely. His\ntail sways lazily behind him while he pours the flour into a large mixing bowl.\nWhen he lifts the gallon of milk to pour it into a measuring cup his button\ndown shirt stretches tight around his muscled back and I can just catch the\noutline of his strong bicep. Bending down to further scrutinize the amount of\nliquid in the measuring cup pushes his round shapely ass out behind him and\nbite my lip. God I'm a pervert but he's one hell of a good looking man.      Satisfied\nhe pours the milk into the flour before he takes and egg with one paw and\ncracks it, dumping the liquid gold it contains smoothly into the mix, not a bit\nof shell contaminating the batch. He grabs a whisk and starts to stir, slow at\nfirst just getting the liquid to cover and blend into the dry flour. After a\nfew moments the motion starts to become more vigorous, his biceps flexing and\nshifting, pulling at his shirt as it curls into a hard mound of muscle. I'm not\neven trying to be sly about watching; no he's in cooking lala land and putting\non a nice show for me. My paw resting on my thigh drifts slowly to my groin to\ncup my bulge and palm it softly.      I've\nalways loved watching him, his muscles and his grace. I used to be jealous of\nhim, the difference in muscle. I'm not exactly small, I'm only about three\ninches shorter than his six foot three but I'm more runners build whereas he's\nlike a brick wall of muscle. It doesn't bother me anymore though; I've come to\nenjoy being a little less bulky. I can feel something stir while I watch his\ntail bounce and his hips roll from side to side as he mixes the pancake batter.\nA different kind of hunger letting itself be known when I feel the bulge in my\nslacks getting tighter.      He's\nlifting up the whisk and watching the liquid slide off slowly to check its\nconsistency. Happy with it he sets it down and grabs the bag of blueberries and\ndumps in a health amount of them to pepper the batch with dark purple spots\nbefore mixing them in well. Happy with the result he lifts the bowl and pours a\nnice heavy amount of the mix into the pan to start the actual cooking. He's\nhumming now and I smell the batter starting to cook, his tail bouncing a bit as\nhe sways his hips to some internal song. And I can't take it anymore.      Slowly I\nrise to my feet happy his back is to me. It's only a few steps and I'm there,\nhe jumps a bit when my paws find his hips and grip them, pressing in close, my\nfront pinned to his back. He stiffens as I press flush to him and rise up on\nthe balls of my feet to nestle my cheek against the crook of his neck, the\nthick auburn fur of his mane tickling my cheek, my own blonde short cropped\nmane small in comparison. I let out a deep rumble as my paws slowly slide along\nhis hips, he's still but I can feel him relax again my touch, the surprise\nwearing off. His paw shuffles the frying pan a bit, making sure the pancake\nisn't sticking to it.      I purr\nsoftly as I let my paws gently trail along the waistline of his slacks easing\naround to rest on his lower abs just above the silver buckle of his black\nleather belt. I feel a slight shiver pass through him, taking a deep breath as\nthe scent of him and his slightly sweet cologne fill my nose. It has been a\nlong time since I was this close to him and it feels good, the firmness of his\nback muscle, the heat of his body against mine, the curve of his rump flush\nagainst my dip of my groin, his tail twitches softly between us.      After a\nmoment I hear a soft deep rumble that becomes a low purr reverberating against\nmy chest from him and I join it with my own. He's still slowly shifting the\npancake before he does a quick and precise flick of his wrist to flip it over\nin the pan perfectly. I can't help but smirk and chuckle softly against his\nneck, my paw slowly pulling at the bottom of his shirt to untuck it before it\nslide up under the fabric to press against the bare fur of his hard abdominal\nmuscles. He tenses again slightly and I can feel those taught muscles ripple\nunder my fingers.      \"We have\nthe house to ourselves dad.\" I say softly, tilting my head to kiss the side of\nhis neck.      \"That\ndoesn't happen often.\" My breath tickled over his ear before I nipped the rim\nof it making him shiver again me. I ran my fingers through the thick dark auburn\nfur of his treasure trails slowly up and then back down to where it disappeared\ninto his slacks, my fingertips threatening to push under their waistline and\nfollow it further. He tenses and a deep bass rumble flows up through him, I\nknow I'm pushing the right buttons when he moves the pan off the burned and\nturns off the stove.      He slowly\nturns and slip back enough to give him room to, there's a sly grin crooking his\nlips and a dancing light in his deep golden eyes when he looks me in the face.\nStepping forward he closes the small gap and his paws are on my shoulders\nsqueezing them, he's face to face when he purrs softly, I can smell the mint of\nhis toothpaste still clinging to his breath and just a hint of the alter wine\nleft there. My paws drop onto his hips again as he leans in closing that last\ngap, warm lips pressing to mine.      It's soft\nat first, just a gently brushing of lips, tentative, a test of who will push\nfor more. I suppose he knew I would blink first because being this near to his\nwarmth makes me want more. My arms slowly slide around his waist as I ease\nforward, feeling his hips and mine meet, the round lump of his bulge melding to\nmine as I press into his lips more firmly. He tilts his head accepting my\nsurrender and our lips lock in a way that never fails to illicit a deep rumble\nfrom both of us. It's like the world become a vibration, pulsing with the rush\nof endorphins and adrenaline, the warm scent of him filling my nose the way my\nown fills his.      After a\nmoment my lips part and I tickle my tongue tip along his lower lip slowly. He\ndoesn't hesitate to draw his own lips open to usher my slippery rough appendage\nin. His flavor in deep and earthy like dark maple syrup and oak smoke, my\ntongue slides along his lips and is met by his own rough distinctly feline\ntongue. He glides his big paws down my back, caressing in little circles. My\nown paws don't hesitate to dip down and take ahold of his muscled ass,\nsqueezing at taught cheeks which earn a low growl and a nip to my tongue.      I take\nthe hint and go from groping to just resting my paws on his broad gloriously\npert rump. He eases my tongue back into my own mouth and takes his own turn\nexploring my maw. His tongue curls slowly along my sharp canine teeth, dipping\nin to slide over my tongue and twist with it; wrestling lazily as I give slow\nlittle suckles on his talented mouth organ. I tilt my head back the other way\nand our lips part for a moment both of us panting for breath for a moment.      His lips\ntwitch with a smile as he shifts a bit, pulling me close to him, his hips\ngiving a shallow grind against my own. My own lips curl as I feel that, the\nfriction of his bulge against mine, both grown more taught with the heated\nkiss. I return the gesture slowly and earn a small low moan from him, his scent\ngetting deeper, the smile on my lips grows and I lean back in to kiss him\nagain. Wet lips locking tight, teeth nearly clicking together, more heat than\nbefore.      My paws\nslide up his back pull the back of his shirt with them, eager paws delving\nunder to press against the small of his back. His hips roll slowly and I inhale\nsharply through my nose feeling him grinding our hips together, hot centers\ndragging over one another. His tongue tickles the roof of my mouth and he's still\nslowly rolling his hips in a motion familiar to any male. I join him in it,\nslowly flexing my hips to press in tighter, the heat of his growing bulge\npressed ever so tightly against my own.      His paws\nslide down to cover my rump and hold it, not squeezing or manhandling it. He\npresses in when our hips move together, adding a bit more strength to our\ngrinding. My paws slide up his back, following the strong line of his spine and\nthe muscles wrapped around his ribs, combing through his soft fur.  His breath hitches and catches when I let my\nclaws push through his fur and touch his back as I drag my paws back down from\nhis shoulder blades to his hips. I don't scratch hard, just enough to let him\nfeel them. It has the effect I want as he crushes his lips against mine, his\nhips thrusting straight and grinding hard.      It feels\nlike a fires been lit between our groins, his bulge becoming a tent and mine\nfollowing it closely. After a few moments he slowly pulls back and licks his\nlips, huffing softly. I'm a bit out of breath as I smile at him, my paws\nlightly tickling along his spine. I tilt my head down and stare at our meshed\ngroins and quirk a brow up at him.      \"Feeling\na little bit constricted?\" I bite my lower lip and hold his gaze while my paw snakes\naround and down to pull at his belt buckle playfully. He grunts softly and\nsnickers nodding a bit.      \"We\nshould head upstairs Aaron.\" His voice is a low baritone rumble full of heat\nand no small amount of lust.      \"Music to\nmy ears, lead the way Michael.\" I say smirking, I know he's thrown a bit by my\nuse of his first name, but he just grins and moves fluidly to the side. The\ncoolness of the air after being so close to him for so long is nearly a shock. His\npaw grips my tie and gives it a yank and like that I'm following him out of the\nkitchen and through the house, up the stairs and down the hallway to my\nparents' bedroom.      He lets\ngo of my tie before he crosses into the bedroom and I follow him in. I turn to\nclose the door behind me and when I turn back he's on top of me pressing in\nclose and hard. He has me wedged against the door with his bigger frame, his\nhard muscled body pinning me flat. I try to twist but he holds firm, his paws\ngripping my wrists and keeping my arms locked at my sides. His breath his hot\nagainst my cheek and I feel small again, like a kid compared to him, not a\ntwenty four year old adult. I keep struggling, grunting as I try to gain\nleverage and twist or turn to fight him.      His growl\nis real and it's deep as he leans his face against my neck and kisses slowly.\nIt isn't a kiss long though as I try to turn my shoulder into his chest. His\nteeth press against my neck in a threat to stop my struggling and I feel him\nslowly bite down, the dull pressure quickly becoming a sharp pain as I keep\nstruggling. After a moment I lose my composure and hiss in pain, flinching I\ntilt my head away from where he's locked on.      He\ndoesn't let up until I go still and stop fighting. Slowly he released his jaws\nand starts to drag his tongue over the spot in a gentle lick, reminding me that\nthere is no real threat there in our mock struggles for dominance. He would\nnever actually hurt me intentionally. The feel of his licks makes me shiver and\nmoan as they tickles along the crook of my neck and down around to the hollow\nof my throat before he stops and pulls back. His smirk is bright and his eyes\nare full of heat.      \"Good\nboy.\" Comes his lust graveled voice. His paws pull my wrists up over my head\nand he grips both of them in one large strong paw pinning them against the\nwooden door. I don't fight this time and he gives a satisfied rumble as he\nleans in to kiss me. It's a hard kiss and the back of my head presses into the\ndoor as he claims my mouth. I suck at his tongue as it dives into my mouth to\ndrag over my teeth and tongue, wriggling and conquering, laying claim to its\nnew home.     Dad's free\npaw moves from my shoulder to grip the front of my tie and pulls it loose, not\nall the way off though. Then its undoing the buttons of my shirt, slowly,\nmethodically. His lips pressed tight to mine while his tongue busies itself\nwith trailing over every inch of my mouth. That paw works open button after\nbutton, the cooler air of the room brushing against my warm chest. He works\nopen the last button and pulls back from my lips to admire his handy work.      He licks\nhis lips while he pushes my shirt open and trails his fingers up my tattooed\nside, following the pattern of the eight black outlined stars the flow from my\nleft hip up to onto my left shoulder blade. He didn't like the idea of tattoos\nat first, he doesn't complain about them anymore. His paw diverts from my side\nto my chest and presses his palm flat over my left peck, his palm covering the\nhorseshoe shaped piercing in that nipple. He really didn't like the idea of\npiercings either, until he found out how sensitive they were.      I gasp\ninto his lips and moan deeply as his paw slowly grips at my chest and he grinds\nhis palm over my pierced nipple. He chuckles softly before nipping my lower lip\nand pulling at it with his teeth. He pulls back panting softly and looks at me.\nI glare back and shudder as he takes my pierced nipple between his thumb and\nindex finger and starts to pinch at it, slowly pulling. I grit my teeth closing\nmy eyes moaning out hotly, my hips pressing up against him, the heat there\nsweltering. I can feel him against me, hard and throbbing just like I am.      The\nbastard slowly twists my nipple ring and pulls, then eases up only to slowly do\nit again. I fight the urge to moan until it feels like my throat is gonna burst\nand I let out a sharp mewling yelp of pleasure. His smirk is so damn smug it\nmakes me want to punch him. He knows he won that match. His paw releases my\nwrists but he fixes me with a look that tells me not to move them. Both of his\npaws grips my belt and make short work of undoing it, pulling it free of my\npants. He looks at it in his paws for a moment and then slowly he looks up at\nme and I know I look a bit worried. He just snickers and tosses the belt aside.     It's only\na quick flick of the wrist and tug later and my fly is open and the tent in my\nlight blue briefs is jutting out, its tip sporting a wet patch were pre has\nbleed through. He rumbles his approval and I moan as his big meaty paw curls\naround that tent and squeezes tight. I'm up on my tippy toes while he's\nstroking me through my briefs, his eyes watching the way the contour of my\nbriefs molds to my erection. He licks his lips and they curl mischievously\nupward as he looks me in the eye.     In an\ninstant he's on his knees, his paws fluidly pulling my slacks and briefs down with\nhim on the way. The move bends my shaft downward almost painfully with how\nunbelievably hard I am. It springs up like an ebony diving board after the\ndivers taken the plunge, bouncing up and down with a throb. The silver hoop of\nmy prince albert catches the light moist as it is with pre and shines dully. My\npaws drop from their position near the top of the door frame and I hear deep\ngrowl of warning, nearly feeling it as dad's mouth hovers next to my exposed\ncock. I press my paws flat against the door on either side of me and he accepts\nthe concession.      One big\npaw comes up to cup my tawny sack, his fingers curling around my orbs, tufts of\nblonde pubic fur sticking out between his fingers. We lions share a nice trait,\nlush amount of pubic fur. I can see his nose flare as he inhales the deep scent\nof my arousal, musky and distinctly male. There was no question about it; I was\nno nervous teenager anymore. I was an aroused and ready grown man. I shiver and\nhear the deep rumbling of his purr as his free paw closed around my ebony cock,\nthumb rubbing just beneath my uncut pierced cockhead. Another wonderful\ninheritance from dad, no sheath to speak of but I loved my foreskin.     His paw\nfully closed around my cock there's still nearly three inches jutting out above\nhis grip. I'm just a half inch or so short of dad's nine inch length and just a\nbit thinner than him as well, nothing to be ashamed of. He slowly pulls my\nforeskin back and grinds his thumb against the base of my pierced cockhead, pre\nsmearing over his thumb. I bite my lower lip and groan deeply, shaking slightly\nas jolts of electricity shoot down my cock and up my spine. He loves teasing me\nand the piercings have only made it easier and more pleasurable. He manipulates\nmy hooded tip slowly, peeling the foreskin back and then slowly up over my tip,\nslick with pre as he strokes me.     His paw\nslowly slips down to the base of my prick and squeezes making the veins stand\nout and pre dribble out of my cumslit. His paw on my heavy orbs gently pulls on\nthem as he presses my cock against my abs and leans in with a flourish and\ndrags his rough wet tongue up the underside of my shaft, sloppily licking up\nthe pre gathered on it. There aren't really words for the sound I make, deep\nguttural and feral. The heat of his rough feline tongue scouring over the\nsensitive underside of my cock, slick and yet with enough friction to electrify\nmy nerves, it's intense and amazing.      He eases\nback and pulls his tongue back in smacking his lips a bit at the flavor of my\npre and smirks looking up at me, my panting maw hanging open. He does it again,\nslower. Taking his time lavishing his tongue over my shaft, letting it drag over\nmy tip. And again, the bastard was torturing me. Tilting his head to angle his\ntongue differently, letting it curl around the side of my shaft and lick a\npreviously unexplored area. My fingers curl and dig my claws into the wood of\nthe door.      Dad doesn't\nlet up, slow deliberate, toes curling licks. Slowly my moans turn into whines\nuntil I'm whimpering, my nerves on fire and begging for more than a tease. His\ntongue crested my tip and he looks up at me, his lips curling into a shit\neating grin as his eye brows raise slowly. I grit my teeth and narrow my eyes.\nHe snickers and pulls my shaft out from against my body, turning his head and\npressing his lips in a soft kiss against the base of my shaft. Slowly he starts\nto lick again, now along the side of my throbbing and heavily leaking cock. The\nbastard wasn't gonna stop the torture till he heard what he was waiting for.     \n\"Pl...please?\" I whispered softly, breathless and shuddering as his tongue\ncurled to cup the side of my aching cock. He peaked up at me and purred his\nlips close enough for me to feel the vibration against my shaft. His tongue\nstarted its slow devilish path up my shaft again and I tensed growling in\nfrustration. Oh you dirty son of a bitch.    \n\"Dad...daddy....\" My voice broke softly as it tongue flicked roughly against\nmy tip a clear thin drip of pre falling to the floor.     \"Daddy\nplease....please.\" I begged softly, the sting to my pride outweighed by the look\nof lust he gave me. His paws shifted to my hips and gripped them tight, holding\nthem steady. Our eyes stayed locked for a long moment before he moved in with\npurpose, his lips parting as he took me into his mouth in one smooth motion.\nHis lips were silky as they descended over my tip and hugged to my shaft while\nthe wet heat of his mouth enveloped my manhood. His purrs vibrated along my\ntool, sending waves up my body. My toes curled in my socks and into the carpet.     He dipped\nlower slowly inch by inch disappearing into his maw as I watched. He stopped\nafter the first five or so inches, closing his eyes and letting his tongue do\nthe seeing for him. It rolled along the underside of my cock and rubbed\nwonderfully, pushing the upper half against the roof of his mouth. He hollowed\nhis cheeks with suction and I thought I saw stars exploding in front of my\neyes. His paws held my hips firmly in place when I tried to push deeper, force\nmore of my cock into his mouth.     He eased\nback, his lips curled over his teeth hugging tight to my shaft. He stopped\nbefore my tip left his maw, his lips tugging lightly on my prince albert before\nhe descended again. My world narrowed to the feel of his mouth around me, the\nheat of his lips, and the roll of his tongue over my shaft, slick and slippery\nyet textured enough to cause incredible friction. His cheeks hollowed each time\nhe pulled back and the lewd wet slurping noises that accompanied it made my\nears twitch and my balls pull up inadvertently. My cock throbbed and pulsed\nwith rolling electric waves of sensation, my whole body starting to shiver and shake\nwith each smooth bob of his head.      He\nstarted to twist and turn his head to different angles, working his lips in a\ncorkscrew motion as he dipped and pulled back, moving deeper bit by bit onto my\nshaft. Then without any warning he made one long smooth dip, my tip pushing\ninto his experienced throat and his lips kissing the base of my cock. Every\nmuscle in my body drew tight and I couldn't help it, my paws gripped at the\nback of his head. He didn't pull away; he held on firm and kept me hilted in his\nthroat.      \"Ooh\ngod...da...daddy.\" My cock throbbed and pulsed in the confines of his throat as he\nslowly swallowed around me, muscles squeezing around my shaft expertly. He\neased back slowly till my tip left his muzzle and he licked his lips slowly.      \"That good?\" He asked, voice a bit hoarse\nno doubt from having a cock stretch his throat. I didn't have a response other\nthan to nod, my paws no longer gripping his head but resting loose on his\nshoulders. His smile was genuine as he dipped down once more to take me into\nhis mouth, letting his tongue tip trace my foreskin and tickle the sensitive\nbare head of my cock beneath before he dived down. I was treated to the feel of\nhim swallowing me to the root again. He didn't linger there though, easing back\nto the tip and dipping down once more all the way to the base. He kept doing\nthat, tip to base and back, not slow but not hurried, leisurely deepthroating\nmy leaking prick.     He eased\nback and his lips slid off my tip with a soft wet pop. He looks up at me\nlicking his lips slowly as he stands. Panting I meet his press as he kisses me\nand my mouth fills with the taste of his saliva mixed with my own cock and\nprecum. He pulls back roughly and growls low.      \"You're\nturn, now.\" There isn't any room for discussion and I don't hesitate to nod, I\ncan feel his rock hard tent grind against my bare thigh before he pulls back.\nHe doesn't wait for me to undress him, his tie flies across the room with a\npull of his arm. I'm surprised the buttons of his shirt don't pop off with how\nquick he's pulling them open.      \"Undo the\nbuttons but leave the shirt on.\" I say to him as I follow suit undressing,\nstepping out of my pants and pulling off my socks, my shirt already fluttering\nto the ground. He grins as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt and then starts\nto undo his belt, leaving the shirt on.      \"Leave\nyour tie on.\" His voice his low and full of lust, I nod and watch as his paws\npush his slacks and underwear down. There's no denying him nude is a sight that\nI'll never stop admiring. His pecks are two thick mounds of muscle, a thick\npatch of auburn fur in the middle that flows into a dense treasure trail down\nhis hard brick like six pack abdominal muscles. His hips are slightly more\nslender than his shoulders, muscles defined enough to form a tight V curve\nleading to his groin. And following that auburn trail down brings you to a\nthick tower of ebony jutting up between hard thighs.      My eyes\nlock onto that spire of hard manhood, watching the way it bobs slightly with\nthe ways its throbbing. A solid nine inches of uncut ebony lion meat, a line of\npre steadily dripping from his very moist hooded cockhead. My mouth waters at\nthe sight of him and he kicks his socks off. His shirt is just long enough that\nthe dark blue fabric forms a frame around the sides of it and his large tawny\norbs in their nest of deep auburn pubic fur. He's magnificent. Like some greek\ngod carved out of marble come to life. I could never get tired of looking at\nhim, the way his chest puffs with each breath, the ripple of his abs, the hard\nmounds of his biceps, the graceful curl of his hips, the V of his taught groin,\nthe slight curve of his meaty shaft, the tuft of auburn behind the cleft of his\nballs. A perfect specimen of all that is male.      Of course after a long moment my eyes\nwander slowly back to his face and I realize I must have been staring for\nlonger than I thought. His lips are curled in an appreciative smile and I blush\nand chuckle apologetically. His paw lifts and he beckons with one finger.      \"Come\nhere.\" His voice is low and soft, it's not a demand but I'm certainly not gonna\nsay no. I move to him, silver hooped cock head leading the way. My paws press\nsoftly against his chest and his arms wrap around my shoulders, our lips\nmeeting soon after. The kiss is softer but filled with need. His fingers trail\nup the back of my neck and take a gently hold there pulling me into the kiss. I\ncan feel the heat of his shaft against my belly. I shift my hips until my cock\nmeets his and they are slick and hot sandwiched between us. It's his turn to\ngasp softly and moan into my mouth.      He pulls\nback and growls his paw on my neck squeezes a bit and I feel him step back. I\nget the message and move down, kneeling in front of him and looking up as\ncutely as I can. I'm at eye level with his thick cock, its ebony skin wet with\nhis and my pre from out short frot. His fingers slide through my short blonde\nmane and hair and a low growl rumbles above me. I get it, don't tease just\nplease.      I push my\npalm flat against the underside of his cock and push it up out of the way. I\nlean right in and start to drag my tongue over his heavy orbs, the heavy scent\nof his musk mixed with a little sweat and soap fills my nose. It's intoxicating\nand the way he shivers and lets out a grunt makes me want more. I lash my\ntongue up the cleft of his balls like a whip before I curve to the other side\nand roll it smoothly over his other orbs. His fingers curl in my hair almost\npulling at it, but it's too short for that. My lips open and I don't waste time\npulling one heavy testicle in with a hard suck and work it over with my tongue.     I know he\nwon't stand for it long so I don't push my luck. I ease back and pull his cock\nback down to point his tip toward my face. He's panting softly and like I know\nhe likes I look up at him as I press a kiss to his tip and slide my mouth over\nhis hooded head. I can feel the shiver roll up his being while my lips push his\nforeskin back, his bare cockhead grinding against my tongue as my mouth accepts\nhis thick tool. I make sure that his foreskin stays rolled back as I dip down\nlower, working my lips to the midpoint of his shaft in one go. I pull back\nsharply and roll his foreskin over the sensitive tip as I pull back. Getting to\nenjoy the spasm of pleasure as I roll the foreskin back once more with my lips\nas I dip down his shaft again.    \n\"Uuhhhnnn...fuuuck.\" His voice sounds strained and ragged as I feel his\nthighs shake as I keep lavishing my rough tongue over his cock head, exposing\nit and covering it alternatively with his foreskin. He isn't the only one who\ncan be an unrepentant tease. I rumble with a mouthful of his manhood looking up\nat him and he nearly snarls when I peel back his foreskin with my lips and curl\nmy tongue along his glans licking roughly.      I only\nhave a moment to bask in my revenge before his paw is gripping the back of my\nhead tight and I catch the dangerous glint in his eyes. His strong paw pulls me\ndown and I feel more and more of his thick shaft pushing into my maw, his cock\nhead finding the back of my throat.     \"All of\nit.\" He roughly barks as he keeps pulling. I huff in a breath and relax, his\npaws pulling further, his thick tip pushing deeper, grinding down into my\nthroat. It feels like much more than the few inches it is a he drags me down\ntill my lips kiss the base of his broad cock, my nose nestled into his thick\npatch of auburn pubic fur. I've never been as good at this as him and I can't\nfight down the urge to gag for long. But he holds me down even when my throat\nmuscles start to inadvertently convulse and squeeze, grinding harder making me\ngag more. It isn't until I slap his thigh that he relents and lets me pull up\ncoughing and panting for air.       \"Good\nboy.\" He purrs and caresses the back of my neck while I catch my breath. Looking\nup at him I glare for a moment and he grins and chuckles. His paw pulls me\nforward softly and I get the message, leaning in and letting him direct my\nmouth back onto his cock. This time he's in control though, holding me steady\nwhile his hips start to move. They roll slow and steady, feeding me his thick\nlength of maleness. His other paw joins the first, holding either side of my\nhead, biceps flexing lightly as he pulls a bit and thrusts a bit adding more\ndepth to his thrusts.      I open my\neyes and stare at the way his hips advance, watching his shaft as it slides\nsmoothly forward into my muzzle, feeling his cock advance passed my lips. My\neyes slowly turn up following that thick treasure trail up his body till I meet\nhis own eyes. His face is tense with pleasure, lip locked between his teeth,\nhis eyes locked on mine. He's watching my face as he slowly and deliberately\nfucks my muzzle. He's holding himself back from going to hard, muscles drawn\ntight with the strain.      My paws\ngrip his hips and when he pulls me forward onto himself my arms tense and I\npull myself deeper onto him. He gasps and shivers at the feel of the entrance\nof my throat grinding against his tip. His pace doesn't falter as he pulls back\nand starts to move me back down onto his shaft. When he does I pull on his hips\nagain, harder, forcing him deeper into my muzzle, nearly pushing him into my\nthroat. His eyes go a little wide as he catches on to what I want from him. His\nlips curl a bit and I feel him really start to pull, his paws dragging me down\ndeeper till he's sliding down my throat and my lips kiss the base of his cock.\nHe doesn't hold me down though, easing back to let me pull up and drag in a\nbreath of air before he's thrusting forward again and pushing me to deepthroat\nhim to the root again.     \"Aww yeah\nthat's my boy, swallow yer daddies dick.\" The heated moment has him so full of\nlust he's even talking dirty to me. My mouth fills with his salty sweet pre as\nit oozes over my tongue, my nose inhaling the deep rich scent of his musk as my\nnose is tickled with his pubic fur again and again. He makes steady deep\nthrusts, not letting himself lose control. His thick shaft pushes deep, muscles\ncorded and tight with their strain to not use too much force. He feels like a\ntightly stretched rubber band about to snap under my paws as he drags me down\nagain and again, panting above me. All I can do is focus on keeping my teeth\ntucked behind my lips and keep sucking, letting him have full control of the\nmoment, submitting to his lust.      With a\njerk he pulls free of my lips and stumbles back a step, panting hard, saliva a\npre dripping off his pulsing cock. I imagine I look a little surprised but he\njust grunts and grins through his panting.      \"You....you deserve a treat for that.\" He\nsays as he pulls open the nightstand draw and lifts out a bottle of lube. He\nshows it to me before he tosses it over and I have to scramble to catch it. I\nlook from it in my paw to him quizzically. He moves to the bed and climb onto\nin, on hands and knees, his gorgeous firm ass pointed toward me. His tail flags\nslowly as he looks over his shoulder at me.     \"You\nsaying no?\" He says it with some force, making it clear this is a now before he\nchanges his mind kinda deal. I sure as hell ain't saying no. I scramble up from\nmy kneeling position and onto the bed. His chuckle is deep and heartfelt. I'm\nbehind him and staring at that beautiful round muscled rump, centered by his\ntight rosebud tailhole.     \n\"Remember....I ain't a bottom so go heavy on the lube.\" I nod and open the\ncap with a loud plastic crack.      \"And\nAaron...try to take it easy on your old man.\" His slight tone of worry makes my\nlips curl up evilly and I smirk at him nodding softly. Upending the bottle I\npour a nice puddle of slippery lube onto three fingers and bring it up and\nbetween his cheeks, smearing it over his pucker. He jumps and hisses.     \"Stuffs\ncold as hell.\" He mumbles into the pillow. Not much I can do about it so I keep\nspreading the slippery stuff around his pucker before I pour a smaller amount\nonto just two digits and press them more firmly to his pucker. He knows I'm\ngetting right to business and he adjusts his hips a bit to raise himself a\nlittle. I work the tip of my middle finger against his opening and he tenses as\nI press slowly, the pressure growing until after not too much long my digit\npushes past his pucker and starts it slipper slide into him.      He may\nnot be a bottom but he isn't a whimp either. He doesn't make a sound as he\nslowly exhales feeling my middle finger delving deeper into him. I've only had\nthe pleasure of being in this position with him a dozen or so times over the\nyears and it still amazes me how excited it makes me. The thought of dad\nletting me top him; feel his thickly corded muscles beneath me while I sink\ninto his tight hot depths sends a shiver racing down my spine.      I work my\nmiddle finger slowly deeper, till the third knuckle is at his entrance. He lets\nout his first sound, a low groan as I curl my digit inside of him and drag it\nback out. I know what I'm looking for, that little magic pleasure button inside\na man called the prostate. I make the same motion again, slowly, spreading the\nlube deep in him while I search for his prostate. And the fourth of fifth time\nI find it, a small nub about four inches into his hot tunnel. When I feel it\nunder my finger tip I curl my knuckles and mesh against it. Dad jolts and gasp\nand I can feel his walls tense up clenching around my digit.      \"That's\nthe ticket.\" I purr out as I slowly ease my digit back in deeper and drag it\nout, making sure to press and knead against his prostate. I get the same effect\nas before, he swears and growls low in his chest. I pull my digit back and add\nsome more lube starting to press two fingers into him this time. He sucks in a\nbreath but keeps himself under control as I push harder, working my index and\nmiddle finger into him at the same time. I know he can take it but he isn't\nused to bottoming so I know I have to work him open some before I can actually\ntop him.      I keep\nthat up, slowly making gains, working him into loosening up and keeping up the\npleasure as well as I tease his prostate. His cock is still rigid between his\nthighs when I grip it and start to stroke him slowly. He grunts and growls as I\nstart to tease him with the dual sensation of stroking him and kneading his\nprostate from inside. Rivulets of pre start to ooze from his tip and drizzle\nonto the bed beneath him. It isn't long before he snaps, head whipping around\nhe growls at me.      \"God damn\nit Aaron just fuck me before I bend you over the end of the bed myself.\"\nThere's no small amount of satisfaction in hearing this from him.      \"Alright\nalright, blame a guy for trying to be appreciative.\" I say as I ease my fingers\nfrom him and release his cock. He glares over his shoulder and grumbles a bit\nas I pop the top of the lube again and slowly pour a thick line down the top of\nmy ebony shaft. He watches as I stroke myself and spread the lube around, my ebony\ncock shining bright in the light. I move into position behind him and grip his\nrump tight in my paws, spreading his cheeks to reveal that loosened wet pucker\nagain. It looks so inviting, stretched and ready to be filled.      I press\nforward and shudder when my tip meets the heat of his pucker, it's a soft\nlittle kiss between them for a moment before I press in more. Dad closes his\neyes tight preparing for what's to come. I refuse to close my eyes though. I\nwant to see myself enter him. I push slowly, trying to be gentle about it. My\ntip slips and I end up hot dogging him for a moment before I pull back and line\nback up, starting to push again. I slip off the mark again. Damn it.      One of my\npaws closes on my base and I guide my cock this time, no more letting gravity\ndo the work. Dad growls low as I hit the mark and push again, slowly harder,\ngrinding into him, the pressure growing larger and larger. Just when I was\nworried I wasn't gonna be able to get him to open for me his hips shift and\npress back and it happens. He tight tailstar parts and a world of inner heat\nsurrounds my cockhead, peeling back my foreskin as I enter him, my prince\nalbert dragging over his inner walls.      I gasp\nand hold my breath, hearing dad rumble low beneath me, his paws gripping the\nsheets as he tries to fight the urge to clench or move away. I can always tell\nhe doesn't exactly like bottoming. He does it for me and I'm pretty sure only\nme actually. My paws grip his hips and knead them gently to help him relax. I\nkeep pushing, slow, firm, unwavering. Breath pushing in and out of my lung in\nhuffs and gasps. I watch myself sinking into him, the heat incredible, the\ntightness of his walls around me like nothing else.      Before I\nrealize it I'm half way in him. He's shuddering softly and chewing his lips but\nhe starts to push back and I know he's worked through the initial pain of being\ntaken. I close my eyes for the first time and lean my head back and let out a\nlong deep moan when he clenches down on me for the first time. He must like\nthat sound of it before he grunts out a low \"yeah\" in response and pushes back\na bit more.      My paws\nhold his hips as I press in and feel my hips meet his, my cock buried in him\nballs deep. I can feel his walls roll as they clench on me, he's panting softly\nbeneath me. I lean over his back more, letting my weight rest more on him. I\nhold hilted and let him adjust, feeling him slowly relax in degrees. My paws\nstroke his back, kneading into strong muscles. When he starts to shift and feel\nlike he's getting antsy I grip his hips again.     \"Ready?\"\nI ask is a husky whisper. He nods a sharp yes. That's all I need. My hips pull\nback slowly, I watch myself slip out of him before I thrust back into him. It's\nslow and firm. Ease back and then push in his hot inner tunnel hugging,\nsqueezing, clenching around my cock. It doesn't take long for him to get into\nthe rhythm of it, relaxing as I push in, clenching as I pull back. He's milking\nmy cock as I thrust in no time. My paws hold on tight to his hips as I start to\nthrust harder, panting above him.      His moan\nrumbles deep beneath me as I drive myself into him, our balls meeting with the\nforce and slapping against one another. I grit my teeth, sweat dripping from my\nforehead and chest as my hips keep rocking back and forth, the old man pressing\nback to meet my thrusts. It's so incredible the feeling of being in him, hot,\ntight, squeezing my shaft each time my prince albert bumps into his prostate. I\ntry to make that on each thrust as I can tell it's getting to him. There's a\nzebra stripe pattern of sticky pre painting the sheets between his legs as I\npump myself into him.      I lean\nover him more, pressing my chest flush against his back and I keep my hips\npumping, my thighs burning with the exertion of it. My arms wrap tight around\nhim and I pant against the nape of his neck, drooling slightly. He presses back\nup against me, his strong arms holding my weight and flexing each time I thrust\ninto him. The bed creaks bellow us as we rock in this sensual forbidden lust\nfilled trance. I'm drooling pre into his tight tunnel each time I throb in him,\nmy cock head drilling down at a different angle as I lay against his back, my\nthrusts drilling into his prostate with each inward push.      My paw\nfinds his cock and grips him, he moans deep and I feel his inner tunnel clamp\ndown tight around me when I start to stroke him. He isn't a bottom but he sure\nas hell seems to like it sometimes. I'm not about to complain as he pushes back\nagainst me and grunts out \"harder.\" I oblige his request and start to thrust\nharder into him, pumping my cock into his hot tight ass.      He's\npanting hard after a few more minutes and my fur is drenched in sweat. I can\nfeel it starting to build, the rolling tension in my groin moving upward, my\nabs clenching down tight. I press my face into his neck growling deep and\nbucking harder into him. He knows what I'm trying to say and he pushes his rump\nback up higher, telling me to go ahead and pound away.      I lick his\nneck softly in thanks as my hips do just that, thrusting faster, pumping hard, and\nbludgeoning his sensitive prostate with my cock. I lose my in the moment,\ngiving myself over complete the feel of being inside of him. He grunts and\ngrowls with the force of it but I don't slow or stop. I set my hips into a hard\ndriving pace spearing into him deep with my cock. He clenches down around me\nwith his hot inner walls and I can feel his cock pulse every time my pierced cockhead\nmashes against his pleasure button.      \"Yo...you\nfirst.\" I snarl against his neck. He shakes his head no and pushes back against\nmy thrusting.      \"To...together.\"\nHe pants out. I press my face against the side of his neck and nod. We're a\npanting sweating tangle of lion, as my hips find an ever harder pace pounding\ninto him. He grunts and pushes back growling deeply. I can feel him growing\ntaught, tightening down around me. He's so close and I'm right there with him.\nI'm determined to be the second to cum despite agreeing to a draw, but it's gonna\nbe a photo finish. My paw stroked him hard gripping like a vice, jerking up and\ndown his length in rapid succession.     I feel it,\nhis cock throbs and seems to grow thicker, his balls pulled tight against his\nbody. That first hot thick milky shot of cum blasts up his length and out onto\nthe bed beneath us. That's all I needed, that and the feel of his hot tunnel\nclamping down like a vice around me. I managed a few quick jackhammer thrusts\nmore into him and my world exploded. My hips ground to a halt hilted in him as\nmy cock exploded in white hot lightening, throbbing and pumping my searing lion\ncum into him. There was ringing in my ears while lightening played over my\nshaft and it felt like my balls were in my throat they were pulled up so tight\nagainst me, draining shot after shot of cum into his tight embrace.      It seemed\nlike it was never gonna end, like time had stopped in that moment of intense\npleasure. Maybe I had died and this was heaven or something. But eventually it\ndid stop and I took ragged breaths feeling dad shaking beneath me. My legs were\nlike jelly and burned like they were on fire. It felt like running a marathon\nwith no air. I slumped back slowly, my cock pulling from dad a bit roughly, he\nhissed and turned over as I collapsed onto my back panting. He eyes met mine\nand I mouthed an apology to him.      \"Yeah\nwell you're riding my dick next time.\" He gruffed at me and I couldn't help but\nsmirked and reach over to pat his chest.     \"Give me\ntwenty minutes and we'll see if we can make that happen.\" He gave me sour look\nof exasperation and I shrugged.     \"Maybe\ntomorrow before James comes home.\" He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows and I\nquirked a brow. We both went quiet for a while, ending up with me lying against\nhis side using a thick peck for a pillow, both of us purring softly. It was a\nnice way to unwind after that long and passionate session. I was nearly snoring\nwhen I heard him clear his throat. My eyes tipped up toward his face and he motioned\nfor me to sit up more. I did and he paused for a moment like he was thinking.      \"What would\nyou think....about....bringing James into the bedroom with us?\" His eyes were\nfocused on my face, watching me closely. I couldn't hide the surprise even if I\nwanted to. Fina"}