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Manly Meditations for Heru by Draconicon

As soon as Peter opened the door, he realized that things were off. The atmosphere of the apartment was filled with tension, and the grumbling he could hear from the living room told him that his dad had probably had another bad day. The orca sighed as he shut the door behind him, hanging his coat on a hook by the door, and walked down the hall.

"You okay, dad?"

"Huh?"

"You okay - yeah, no, you're not."

Peter shook his head at the state of things in the living room. Several beer bottles cluttered the coffee table between couch and TV, and his dad had already gotten out of his pants and was lounging around in his underwear. That was never a particularly good sign.

He sat down on the couch with his dad, looking at the TV. Not much on, from what he could tell. Some sort of golf game, and the start of one too. Not something his dad usually watched, either.

"Bad day?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Don't want to talk about it."

"Uh-uh."

And not very talkative. Peter sighed as he hung his head; this was looking more and more like a night where his dad would end up crying the more he saw. A crying orca wasn't a good thing, particularly if they were also drunk off their ass. It tended to mean a lot of damage, and they didn't really have the funds to go fixing up walls and stuff if that happened. He had to distract him.

"Hey, dad. I, uh, found out about this new sort of meditation that might help you."

"Uh huh. How?"

"Well, meditation's good for a lot of stuff. Helps you calm down, helps you feel better about yourself, more centered."

"Any better than this stuff?"

He swilled around one of his beers, and Peter forced a smile.

"Yeah, LOTS better."

"Eh, worth a shot." The older orca hesitated. "Don't gotta put any clothes on, right?"

Peter shook his head.

"Good."

It didn't take more than ten minutes to get his dad cross-legged on the floor, a small candle between the two of them, and a lot more relaxation in the air. Peter took several deep breaths of the calming scent from the candle, the soft vanilla smell warming as well as soothing. His father, though...

Maybe it was the beers, maybe it was his dad's way of relaxing, but the older man definitely was wobbling back and forth, looking giddy and even giggling from time to time. It wasn't what he was used to when he was trying this, but it was definitely having some sort of effect. The bigger orca was calmer, and definitely happier than he'd been a few minutes ago.

Peter leaned back a little bit, considering how to take it from here. His father had been following his instructions very well, so far; he wondered just how far he could push the old man to keep it up.

"Dad, you're really relaxed now, aren't you?"

"Yeah...feeling really good, son..."

"You feel so grateful for it, don't you? So grateful that I was able to help you feel better, feel so relaxed..."

"Yeah...I should be...I'm really grateful, son."

It's like he's in a trance. Peter looked over the older orca with a new set of eyes. The idea of having that much control, the thought that he could do things that he would never otherwise think of, was slowly bubbling up in his mind. Particularly as he saw how stretched his father's briefs were, and how much they probably had inside them.

"Wouldn't it be more comfortable if you were naked? It's not like there's anything wrong with it...being naked makes it easier to meditate, makes it easier to focus and listen to me...Go on, take it off -"

He broke off as he watched his father do just that. It wasn't entirely new; there were times when they'd been at a gym - when they could still afford it - when he'd showered with his father around, but this was different. Seeing his old man strip off his briefs and his shirt like someone getting ready to go to bed was very different to seeing someone in a crowd of naked people walking around with his junk out.

It was pretty fascinating, particularly when his dad stood up and turned around, exposing that big, bountiful rump of his.

That big ass was absolutely mind-blowing. The thick black cheeks with a line of white running up the middle, and then along the underside of the tail just drew the eyes in. Peter stared at it, and he felt his cock getting hard in his pants. For the first time in a while, he actually considered taking advantage of someone while helping them with meditation.

"Doesn't it feel good to be naked?" he found himself saying. "Feels so good to just pose...to let everything hang out...Yeah, it feels good to be a big, slutty orca."

What am I saying?! he thought, even as he moved across the floor to squeeze at his father's ass cheeks. They were so big, pillowy, even, and he couldn't help but grin as he squeezed and smooshed them around with his hands. It was like playing with the most perfect toy, he thought.

At least, until he pulled the cheeks apart, revealing his father's pucker. He groaned at the soft smell of sweat and musk, seeing how the cheeks were shiny where they'd been pressed together by his father's slight overweight nature. The sweat must have built up over the day, and he blushed as he smelled it and sucked it down. His own cock was throbbing hard in his pants, and he had to resist mightily to keep from reaching down and stroking it.

"Heh, it feels so good to be like this, doesn't it, dad? So relaxed...no tension, no stress..."

Not to mention losing some of the tightness back here, he thought. He swore that his dad's hole was relaxing as he talked about it. The temptation to go further was undeniable, and he panted as he slipped his head between those cheeks, his lips brushing that loosening hole before he dragged his tongue over it.

The hot tang of sweat and that particular part of the body sent a shudder down his spine, and he couldn't resist pulling his cock out and giving it a couple of tugs. It was too good. He had to have his dad. He had to have this.

He kept licking, his thick, broad tongue forcing his dad's ass cheeks apart without him having to use his hands. As a result, he could reach around and grab his dad's cock and balls, feeling them up, and more important, feeling the former hardening as he kept licking. Peter grinned as he felt his dad getting hornier and hornier, the feeling of the big fluke over his head and running down his back almost getting heavier, as if he was being kept in place.

He wasn't, of course. He was the one in control, not anyone else. But it was still a rather nice feeling.

Up and down, up and down his tongue went. His father's ass gave underneath him like weight pushing a waterbed around, and he groaned as he licked and played with that big, chunky ass. Peter moaned, squeezing and tugging at his father's cock as his own drooled over his legs, leaving him moaning more and more.

Soon, he couldn't help but shove the tip of his tongue up his father's hole. It was only the tip, due to how big his tongue was, but it was still enough to make the older man groan, and definitely made him squirt a bit of pre. Peter would have chuckled, but the feeling of that hole twitching around his tongue...

Enough was enough. He needed to have the real thing, and he needed it now.

Getting to his feet, he pushed his ever-so-relaxed dad against the wall, and spread his legs out wide. With the older orca's tail pushed out to the side, it was easy to get in close, and his cock was so slick with pre that he was able to get it between those cheeks easily. His father was still so relaxed, everywhere, that he was even able to pop the head of his cock into that hole without even trying.

The sheer heat around his cock nearly drove him to his knees. Peter panted as he grabbed hold of his father's hips, pulling himself forward and quickly sheathing himself in his dad's ass. He moaned, his rubbery lips pressed against the old man's neck, his arms slowly wrapping around the other orca's hips and grabbing his cock again.

"That's it...that's it...take your son's cock...doesn't it feel good? Doesn't it make you feel better?"

"Yeah...yeah, so good..."

"You want this...you want to have this every day..."

"Every day..."

"You'll feel so much better...if you get fucked by me...every day..."

"Yeah...yeah...fuck me...fuck me, Peter..."

That was all he needed to hear. Humping in hard and fast, he felt his cock throbbing and his balls drawing up within a minute. The smell of the candle had been completely eclipsed by the smell of two males rutting, slamming together, using each other. The fact that it was his dad, this big man that he had worried so much for, letting him do this...well, that was the icing on the cake.

With a deep moan, he came hard, squirting his load deep inside of the other orca. He felt his dad's cock throb in his hand as well, squirting its load all over the wall. Peter made a note to clean it up, but he just let himself enjoy the feeling, particularly that of his dad's ass squeezing around his cock.

"Hey, Peter?"

The orca looked up from his cleaning, having just finished getting the wall and floor done. His dad was dressed again, but the old man still was smiling much more than before. Peter smiled back.

"Yeah?"

"Think you could get an order of take-out put in? Your uncle Foster is coming over later. Hey, think that meditation could work for him?"

Peter chuckled.

"I can pretty much guarantee it, dad."

The End