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Max sat at his computer in the small guardhouse. It was two in the morning, and the hyena security guard had been there for seven hours already. The building was made up of four nondescript walls and had barely three feet of space between Max's computer desk and a lunch table. A corkboard to Max's right was filled with notices and warnings for the security staff, and two computer monitors were on the desk in front of him. One was a normal computer on which Max was browsing the internet. The other showed a myriad of security camera feeds and, every so often, Maz could see his grizzly bear co-worker walking through the frames. The shift had been mostly quiet other than a few phone calls when he had first arrived, which were easily patched through. This facility was so boring. Usually, Max was stationed inside the complex and charged with doing nightly rounds, which, while tedious, at least allowed him the luxury of walking around to help him stay awake. Being stuck in the guardhouse sucked in comparison.

Max grumbled to himself as he looked at the computer clock, "Ugh, a whole hour left."

His radio crackled and a familiar, masculine voice said, "One-five-zero to one-ten."

Max pressed the button on his radio to key it up before he replied, "Go ahead."

"The main building is all set. Nothing to report. Do you want anything from the cafeteria?"

The voice on the radio was Jim, one of Max's favorite co-workers and the bear on the security cameras. Jim was an ex-cop and had a build like a fire truck to boot. He was also almost ten years older than Max, which at least doubled his attractiveness, and he affectionately referred to the younger hyena as his "work son." Max hadn't gathered the courage to start calling Jim his "work dad" in return, though he was tempted to. Each time he brought it up in his brain, however, it struck a very personal nerve in him.

"One-ten, did you copy?" Jim's voice broke him out of his train of thought.

"Ten-four, no thanks, I'm good."

"Good copy," Jim said. "See you in a bit then."

Max sighed as he rubbed his eyes with his brown hands and stared at the computer screen to his right, the one that displayed all of the security cameras. He watched Jim's thick build sauntering down the hall on camera twelve toward the cafeteria. Damn, he had a great looking ass. Max couldn't stop the bulge in his pants from growing as he watched his "work dad" move on the cameras. It throbbed against his uniform pants incessantly, but he managed to tear his eyes away from the feed and back to the other monitor where he was browsing YouTube. If Jim were to ask Max outright to fuck, there was no question that the younger guard would be on his knees in seconds for him. But the bear had never shown any indication that he batted for the same team as Max, other than calling Max his son at work. So for now, the hyena would just have to manage with only his fantasies.

As he watched a video that was supposed to be funny, Max's mind drifted to thoughts of his actual parent. Max had never known his mother. His father's name was Robert, and it had always been just him and Max at home, but when his father lost his job almost two years ago, the old man had changed. At first, he had tried to find a new line of work, but nowhere he looked was interested in hiring. Max had suggested that he apply for a job as a security guard, like him, but his dad had said he could never work night shift like his boy. Since then, his father had drifted more and more toward alcohol. By this time at night, Max assumed his father was passed out in bed or on the couch after drinking too many beers. Max sighed at that thought. He wished there was something he could do to help his father, but it was like his old man had just stopped trying.

Whatever.

At least Max had Jim as a second dad, kind of. The thought of calling a guy who wasn't his father, "dad," made Max's face flush with embarrassment. His bulge returned as he imagined calling Jim his father. Jim's strong arms embraced him and rubbed his back as the bear affectionately called him son. Max rubbed his throbbing meat through his pants as he imagined Jim gently guiding him to his knees and stuffing his fat cock down Max's throat. Max started to pant as he slouched in his chair, closing his eyes as he squeezed and rubbed his bulge. Jim's hands never let up their grip on his head, and the bear guided his pulsing erection in and out of Max's wet mouth. Max looked up at him and saw his real father looking down, panting and smiling at him.

Max abruptly sat up in his chair, swallowing the lump that had lodged itself in his throat from the awkward thought. What the hell was that? He didn't think his father was hot... did he? He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He also tried to stop his dick from angrily jumping in his pants at being teased.

The guardhouse door slid open and Max quickly pulled his chair as close as he could to the desk to hide his obviously bulging pants. Jim stepped inside the tiny office, making Max feel more like a sardine than a hyena. The older guard smiled at him and handed him a can of orange soda.

"I know you said you didn't want anything, but the machine spat out two," he said.

Max took the can and put it into his shoulderbag, which sat under the desk, "Thanks."

"No problem, boy," Jim said as he opened his own can and sat next to the microwave on the tiny table behind Max. The wood creaked in protest under his bearish weight.

"Are you going to be okay, working a double shift?" Max asked after a brief silence.

"No problem," Jim replied. "I used to work doubles all the time back in the force. It's no big deal." The large bear glanced at his watch as he took another sip. "You can take off if you want, Max. I'll punch you out at three."

"Really? Thanks, Jim!" Max said.

"Sure thing," Jim replied. "Take care, son," he added with a kind smile.

Max's dick jumped again in his pants at that and he tried to gather his belongings from the desk without his coworker noticing. The young hyena logged himself out of the computer and turned around to make sure he wasn't taking any company property with him. Did Jim glance at his crotch? No. He couldn't have. Max squeezed by him to slide the door open, trying not to brush his throbbing junk against the older guard as he said, "Uh, I will... dad."

The last word was so quiet that he wasn't sure if Jim had heard, but Max was too chickenshit to turn around and check. The hyena made a beeline to his car and Jim opened the gate for him, waving pleasantly as he drove through it. The clock on the dash read two thirty, and Max hoped that Jim wasn't being too nice for his own good- though he supposed if there were any consequences for him leaving early, they would fall on his head instead of Jim's.

As he drove home, he was still thinking about his old man. Max's teen years, in particular, had been an awkward time for both of them. His father wasn't very good at talking about the birds and the bees, and it had been quite a shock to the old man when Max gained a modicum of teenage bravado and started walking to and from the bathroom in the morning without any clothes on. Come to think of it, Max had hardly ever seen his father without clothes. There was that one time at the locker room of a public pool when he was twelve, and had happened to see as his dad was changing into his swim shorts. Back then, Max had to turn around to hide a boner. Back in the present, his bulge pulsed. Then there was that time a few years ago when he had to piss really bad one morning and his father hadn't locked the door. Max had burst in when his dad was toweling off, and had to make excuses while his dad covered himself and angrily barked at him for not knocking. Max had forgotten all about pissing and instead had to deal with a hard-on. In the car, his dick throbbed again. Fuck, he thought. I have the hots for my own father...

It wasn't like Robert was ugly or anything. Far from it, in fact. He was a bit more grey around the edges than Max was, but he still had a deliciously broad build. Max was stuck with his mother's more athletic frame. At least, that's where he assumed he had gotten it. But his father, he was thick in all the right places. He wasn't as huge as Jim by any means, although the last couple of years in a love affair with beer had given him a rather prominent gut. His arms, legs and chest were muscular, and he was covered from head to toe in brown fur with an uneven white splotch on his chest that seemed incredibly out of place on a hyena. Max's fur was just plain, boring brown, though he and his father did share the spots on the shoulders and back that their species was known for, as well as the darker brown strip of fur that started under the jaw and ran all the way down to the crotch.

The car rumbled loudly as the wheels touched the strip on the side of the highway, and Max quickly pulled back to the left and into the center of his lane. He gritted his teeth, angry at himself for getting so distracted while driving, and pushed all of the thoughts of his father from his mind for the rest of the drive home.

Max glanced in the rearview mirror as he backed into the driveway. Once the car was off he sat there for a moment, staring at his own blue eyes. They were much different than his father's piercing gold. He ran a hand through his reddish-brown headfur, which was very unlike his father's greying black. Max climbed out of the car and unlocked the back door of his house, stepping into the dark kitchen. The blue light of the TV reflected off of the wall. He pulled off his shoes, hanging his shoulder bag up on the coat rack. He took the can of orange soda from it and put it in the fridge. He yawned widely and rubbed his eyes; the night shift was taking its toll on him.

Max trudged from the kitchen to the living room and stopped dead in his tracks. Robert was unconscious on the couch, snoring, but he had a pair of emerald green sweatpants around his ankles, letting the cool night air kiss his flaccid, uncut dick and balls. He had on a black tank-top that was pulled up almost to his neck, showing off his gut and the bottom of his muscled chest. On the floor, near the end of the couch where Robert was resting his head, sat five empty cans of beer where he had presumably dropped them. One of his thick, muscled arms was bent upward, with the hand under the cushion that served as his pillow, and the older hyena's other hand rested on his dark brown, pudgy belly. Max swallowed the lump in his throat while his heart exploded into a thousand butterflies in his chest. The tip of his father's cock was twitching gently as his belly rose and fell with his loud snoring.

As if that scene wasn't enough to send Max's own erection rocketing to full mast in his pants, he moved to turn off the TV and saw that his father had been watching porn. The screen was frozen at the end of the credits for a movie called, "X Gen Raw and Uncut." Max's heart raced. On the right side of the screen, the thumbnail image for the porno showed a young stallion being fucked in a dank warehouse by an older, muscular rottweiler. His heart leaped up into his throat and lodged itself there, making it suddenly very difficult to swallow. His father was watching gay porn! And not just vanilla gay porn that a bi-curious macho man would watch; this was a hardcore, bareback, raunch fest. He turned off the TV, glancing over at Robert's sleeping form on the couch. He couldn't stop himself from licking his lips while he stared at his old man's heavy balls. His dad was gay, then? Like honest to goodness, balls-touching, dick-swallowing, ass-fucking gay? Max could scarcely believe it. He couldn't ever remember his father acting the part, but then again, Max himself wasn't very flamboyant either. He was astonished for only a moment that Robert had been able to hide it for so long with them living in the same house, before he reminded himself that he wasn't exactly out of the closet to his old man.

His father's belly and chest weren't matted with spilled cum, so Max guessed the beer had gotten the better of him and Robert had passed out before he could finish. The younger hyena was in a similar boat due to exhaustion. He fought off fatigue, though- the need in his pants was too great. He had to have a taste of that- of his father's cock. After all, if he really was gay, his dad wouldn't mind if Max helped him out, right? Max sure wouldn't if the situation were reversed. He suddenly felt nauseous. What was wrong with him? Robert was his fucking father! But he knew that. The taboo was what made the idea so hot!

Max tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he crept closer to the couch, his tongue darting over his lips and salivating, while his heart thudded in his chest and his stomach tied itself in knots. He placed one hand against the back cushion to brace himself, making sure no other part of him touched his father, in fear that it might wake him. Max lowered his nose to his old man's hefty sack and inhaled deeply, fighting back the urge to moan out loud at the musky, manly scent. He wanted this so badly! He had always wanted this!

But he stopped, centimeters from the dark brown pubic fur that covered his father's testicles. What the fuck was he doing!? Gay porn or not, Max doubted his dad would be attracted to him. But... this would probably be his only chance to fulfil these new fantasies swimming in his head, and god, his old man's junk smelled so fucking good! Maybe just a taste? He could take a few licks and then retreat to his room to furiously jerk off. Yeah, that's what he would do-

Robert's cock jumped and started to swell from the feeling of Max's hot breath on his nuts. A wave of masculine scent struck him full in the nostrils and his head swam with needy desire. Fuck it. He was going to suck the potent cum right out of his father's heavy sack! His tongue lashed out and dragged along each round testicle until the fur was slick with his drool. The young hyena watched out of the corner of his eye as his father's uncut erection slowly rose further from his crotch, bringing with it fresh waves of Robert's manly scent. Fuck, that cock was getting huge. The powerful scent was driving Max wild, and his own cock was infuriated that it was still trapped in his uniform pants. He didn't dare start jerking off, though. That was a sure fire way to wake up his old man. Instead, he stifled his panting moans into soft whimpers as he slowly, finally tasted his father's manhood. The thick length was still growing as Max dragged his tongue upward to the tip. Robert's cock was delicious, and Max ran his tongue all along the shaft. He stopped abruptly when his father gasped, looking up in fear only to see the older hyena's eyes closed and still fluttering in REM sleep.

Thank Christ! he thought as he gently rubbed his tongue against the underside of his father's crown. The cock he was licking reached full mast, throbbed and shot a jet of precum up onto the older hyena's chest. Oh, wow! Max cooed in his brain, whimpering softly again in between panting breaths. If the old man shot that far with just precum...

Max himself wasn't a shooter like that unless he was really pent up, or if he edged his dick for a long time. Usually his own cum just oozed out in large white drips. The head of Robert's erection rested on that pudgy belly past the older hyena's navel, and Max took it carefully into his mouth. He was rewarded with another hot spurt of the musky fluid and he revelled in the taste, rolling it along his tongue and against the throbbing meat in his mouth, before swallowing the deliciously masculine pool that had formed in his muzzle. He had to go deeper.

Robert was panting now, but thankfully still asleep, as his son slowly went down on him. Max took his father's cock down to the hilt, clenching a thumb in his fist to try and stop his gag reflex as the fat head pushed into his throat. Robert's hyena dick shot jets of pre directly into his stomach as his son's tongue danced over the most sensitive parts of his rod. The younger hyena's nose pressed up against his father's brown-furred thigh, the heavy nuts pulled up tight to his right cheek. He darted his tongue out to the right to lick them a bit as he pulled back up, sucking all the way. Max set into a steady rhythm, quick, but not too quick. He desperately hoped it would be enough to get his father off- Max needed to drink down his dad's cum, the cum that made him. He writhed his tongue along the throbbing cock in his mouth, keeping an eye upward to make sure his old man was still asleep. He had no idea what he would do if his father woke up, but at least it would be better to see it coming.

Max panted through his nose, lips moving up and down as he kept up the suction. God, it was hot, but Max wanted less control. He wanted to feel like his father was using his mouth like a cock sleeve.

I'm so fucked up... he thought.

The younger hyena gently took his father's hand and placed it on the top of his own head. The weight of his old man holding him down drove him wild. He was almost ready to cum in his pants right there and then, he was sure of it! Max's nostrils flared as he kept up his sucking rhythm on his father's rod and Robert groaned in his sleep. Max felt the older hyena's muscles tense and the hand on his head squeezed gently. He pulled halfway up on the cock and his eyes shot to Robert's face, expecting the worst as his tongue subconsciously danced against the hot flesh. Then all worries vanished from Max's mind as his still sleeping father gave a pleasured, gasping grunt and an explosion of thick, rich, paternal cum erupted over his tongue in long, creamy spurts. Max whimpered and held as much of it in his mouth as he could, but had to start swallowing when the torrent threatened to dribble from his tightly pursed lips. It tasted masculine, like his father, the cum of a real man. Max shuddered happily as he gulped one, two, three whole mouthfulls of the semen that had created him, watching his father's balls jump with each fresh jet of the stuff. Jesus, that sack must have been really full! Finally, after another half mouthful of the potent essence sat on Max's tongue, Robert's river of spunk slowed to a trickle and his son reluctantly slurped off of the twitching, half-hard cock. He rolled his father's semen around in his mouth before he swallowed the last, panting there for a moment in the blissful reverie of a full stomach and then, as if he had been punched in the gut, the realization of what he had just done dawned on him. Max shakily removed his still sleeping father's hand from the top of his head and took a cautious step backward. His heart wouldn't stop pounding, making his ears ring as he swiftly fled from the scene. He leaped up the stairs two at a time and flew through the door of his room.

Max threw off his uniform, his erection angrily springing from his briefs as he tore those off as well. He jumped into bed, gripping his leaking, uncut cock with the intent to strangle the crap out of it. But it was already four in the morning, and his lack of sleep was catching up to him. Max tried to keep the taste of his father's load in his mind to get himself off as he tiredly stroked, but his eyes drooped in the dark and he was soon fast asleep.

***

Max dreamed. Robert's large arms gripped him from behind and slid an extremely thick hyena cock into his ass. He moaned as the length opened him and whimpered when his father's heavy sack pressed tightly against his. The older hyena just grunted in his ear and bit his shoulder as he set into a quick, thrusting rhythm. Max whined and moaned like a needy bitch while the man who raised him violated his entrance. He needed to be bred by the older hyena. He needed to be filled by his dad. The feeling of lips around his own meat made him look down to see Jim sucking his cock. The bear's soft tongue played on his every pulsating inch and Max unleashed a loud, moaning cry. Jim flicked his oral muscle just behind the head of the young hyena's cock and tugged his balls downward toward his feet. Max yelped as his father roughly plowed him, taking his hole and owning it like a father should. The young hyena could feel his old man's erection spearing him deeper and he started to wonder how it was possible, but the talented bear tongue wrapping around his own member and the fist pulling roughly on his sack threw his train of thought from the tracks. Max's eyes went wide as the thrusting cock in his ass went so deep, he thought it might come out of his mouth. His eyes squinted shut as his whole body tensed up, convulsed, and shuddered and-

***

Max let out a gasping moan as he came, his cock shooting thick white ropes of creamy cum into the warm mouth as his ass clenched hard around whatever was inside of him. His body rocked through the powerful climax, made more intense by the fogginess of half-sleep and the pressure against his prostate. He panted as his orgasm finally ebbed and he opened his tired eyes. Sunlight filtered through his window shades and Robert's smiling face looked up at him, his mouth still full of hard hyena dick. His father let the length fall back onto Max's stomach and licked his lips and his son's pulsing erection as he slid two of his fingers out of the younger hyena's ass.

"Dad!?" Max exclaimed in shock, shuddering from the attention on his tired manhood.

"Don't be so surprised, son," Robert said. "I was just returning the favor."