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Aldrik began to stir in the car as he felt the speed bumps underneath them rocking the vehicle about, shaking him from his groggy slumber. He remembered, vaguely, why he was here: he and his father were visiting Aldrik's grandfather, but he lived across the other side of the country. They had had to leave early to miss traffic and get there by the afternoon.

Slowly, Aldrik began to stir. He was 9, and he realised quickly that he'd slept until the late afternoon, reading on the Sat-nav that the time was 3pm. He scratched at his midnight black fur, his dull green eyes groggily glancing out the window at the trees passing by. They were on a country road, heading south: his grandfather lived tucked away in a little remote village.

"Waking up, are you? Don't blame you, it was 5am when I put you in the car." Aldrik's father was like him, a Panther, but he had heavy-set shoulders and a broad chest. Were any woman to see him, they'd insist he was gorgeous. He'd always had a way with the ladies, but his attention had always been squarely on his son.

Aldrik slowly nodded and rubbed his eyes as he peered, once again, out the window, blinking hard to adjust. It was the middle of summer, and it was damn hot already. Thankfully, the cub had somehow been dressed in a loose T-Shirt, comically stamped with a sleeping cat on the front, and a pair of baggy jeans. It left him feeling relatively cool, along with the air-conditioning in the car.

"I'm hungry." He murmured in response to his father, leaning forwards in his seat to look at the plastic bag down by his feet. He stuck a hand inside and retrieved a chocolate bar, tearing open the wrapper and munching happily. He looked over to his Father, who quickly glanced at him as he slowed to take a hard turn.

"Make sure not to eat too much. You know your Grandad is making us dinner when we get there." Aldrik's father remarked with a firm gaze, and the Panther lazily nodded in response. He was a good boy, and often listened.

"We're almost there." Aldrik heard his father say as they turned another corner, with a long stretch of road ahead of them, kept squashed in by overhanging trees and intruding branches. It would have been a beautiful sight, where the kid not half-asleep still. He stared, indifferent as they drove past the trees threatening to close them up, and he saw a small village at the end of the road, leaning into a gentle curve to the right.

They slowed to a gentle cruise as they took the turn, revealing the majority of the town's tiny plaza. It consisted of an encompassing road, like a large roundabout across the entire centre of town. Along their right were lines of shops, with a magnificent fountain to their left in the very centre. Aldrik looked bewildered: he had imagined the village to contain little more than 10 people and 1 shop, but it looked to be a rather impressive community.

"He said he lived just up on the hill..." Aldrik heard his father say, and even in his 9 year old mind, he understood why his father was struggling. The cub and his father lived in what used to be his grandfather's house: it had been bestowed to them after Aldrik's grandfather had opted to move across the country to a different house in this very village. The reasons why were never discussed, but Aldrik's Grandad had a lot of money to spare, and it had been something he was passionate about.

They took a right after passing a sweet shop that had naturally caught the Cub's eye. The car creaked as it made it's way up a relatively steep hill, before they took another turn. With a long sigh, Aldrik's father stopped the car and, once again, consulted the map. Whilst he waited, the Panther cub peeked out the window and watched a couple of people walk by with curious eyes. They seemed normal enough. Surely this wasn't a bad town, then.

"Ah, here we are. I knew I was on the right street." Aldrik heard his father say, and he glanced over to him as they pulled back out onto the road and stopped again about halfway down.

"We're here." The larger Panther informed his son as he stepped out of the car. Aldrik was a little nervous, but he did the same, slipping from his seat and stepping out into the sun.

The house was small and quaint. There was a wooden fence at the front and a small concrete path that lead up to the ornate white door, with a shining brass handle. Aldrik tilted his head curiously as he heard his father grunt behind him. He turned to watch him retrieving a single trunk from the back of their little car.

"I'll get the rest later." He said, sounding resigned to giving up, for now. He hoisted the suitcase over the fence and opened it up, gesturing his son to follow. The duo stepped up to the door and Aldrik's father briskly chapped the window pane set into it. There was a moment of silence, and Aldrik found himself holding his breath for no reason at all.

Then, the door handle swung down and it creaked open. Standing there was Aldrik's Grandfather, who he had admittedly not seen for a good 2 years now. He looked in good health: he was shorter than Aldrik's own father, but he still bore some of the muscle around his chest. His shoulders were a little bony and he was slightly hunched, his belly protruding against his beige sweater and his legs a little shaky inside his dark brown slacks, but the smile of his face was as youthful as he was 30 years ago.

"Luca! You're here." Aldrik watched as the two older Panthers embraced each other, their tails flicking about happily. The energy made him a little excited, too, and the two adults parted as Aldrik's Grandfather turned to him.

"Aldrik. My, you've grown a lot since I last saw you." The old Panther clearly hadn't lost his memory, and the cub couldn't stop himself grinning. He stepped forwards and wrapped his hands around the Panther's sides, giving him a big hug. The smell on the older Panther's body was odd: a mixture of soap and cigarettes. Aldrik's Grandfather chuckled as he hugged his Grandson back, running his hands over his neck and back.

"Come in, come in. I've just started preparing dinner." He stepped back and allowed the two of them inside. Luca heaved the suitcase into the hallway as Aldrik quickly followed behind him.

The inside of the house was a lot more quaint than the outside. Immediately, Aldrik felt the warmth of the radiator to his right and the plush feeling of the rich, red carpet underneath his feet. To his left was a small bathroom that he assumed was never used, since the door was closed. He stepped forwards further into the house and spotted that the kitchen was right at the end of the hallway. He caught a glimpse of the back door and a small table to prepare food on as he took a right, entering what he assumed to be the living room. He felt the plush carpet under his feet again and spotted a sofa and an armchair, as well as a nice little TV. A program was on that Aldrik didn't care to watch at the moment.

"You want some tea, Luca?" Aldrik's Grandfather asked, and Luca turned towards him.

"Sure, Dad. I'll come with you." He gestured and the two of them went into the kitchen as Aldrik sat himself down on the sofa. He placed his hands on his knees, looking a little anxious: he never knew what to do in situations like these. He normally watched TV or played on his 3DS, but he'd left it at home, and the program didn't interest him. He was too polite to change the channel.

The two adults quickly returned and Aldrik beamed at them as they stepped into the room. Luca tossed a bottle Aldrik's way, and the cub caught it, noticing that it was a fruity drink that most kids had in their lunchbox.

"I wasn't sure what to get you, Aldrik, so I ended up buying those. I never know what kids drink these days." Aldrik's Grandfather chuckled to himself and Luca grinned, chuckling along.

"It's fine. Thanks, Grandad." Aldrik replied as he flipped open the cap and took a drink. He was glad for it: he had been rather parched.

The conversation moved quickly into catching up on how things were. Aldrik spoke briefly about his studies and then sat back and listened to the two adults discuss, in length, about how their lives were: what Luca had been up to other than raising his son and what Aldrik's Grandad had been doing in the village. The older Panther had multiple interesting stories about the various residents, and he spoke quietly when he moved into the more scandalous parts of the conversation that even made Aldrik's cheeks burn.

Soon enough, however, there was a beeping sound from the kitchen. Aldrik's Grandad slowly rose from his seat with a smile on his face.

"I hope you're both in the mood for a beef joint." He assured them as he made his way into the kitchen. "Aldrik! Would you set the table for us, my boy? And Luca, perhaps you could help me dish up?"

They set to work: Aldrik laid out the plates and cutlery on the dining room table and then sat down patiently as Luca and his father brung the food through. It was an impressive meal: the plates were stacked with beef, vegetables, and mashed potatoes. Aldrik felt his stomach growl.

"I've set up the guest room for you two: you'll have to share. That's not a problem, is it, Aldrik?" The cub's Grandad winked at him and the kid giggled a little, shaking his head. He was only 9, it wasn't as if he was even in his prime yet!

They ate mostly in silence, but for the odd bits of conversation. It was nice, all in all: the meal was delicious, and the warmth of the house was quickly making Aldrik groggy. Once he had finished his meal, he waited for the other two, and they all adjourned back towards the living room.

They settled in to watch television as they talked, and eventually the conversation lead to silence. Aldrik, by then, had already fallen asleep against his father's side, but the other two had stayed up, for a while. Not long after, Aldrik's Grandad had fell asleep too, followed by Luca himself. The three of them snoozed on the sofa and armchair combined as the TV droned on at a low volume.

Aldrik's dreamed were light and pleasant, but yet, he found himself stirring and moving about. He slowly opened his eyes as he began to wake, realising it was the middle of the night. The room was dark, but for the bright glare of the TV. He peered around the room to see he was still resting against his sleeping father, with his Grandad snoring in his armchair. His eyes traced across the old Panther for a moment, and he frowned as he settled his eyes down onto his crotch. He wasn't being rude, of course, but it looked darker than the rest of his pants. Aldrik sniffed the air, and his nose picked up a peculiar smell. It took him a moment, but he quickly realised it was urine.

He set up a little and wondered if he should wake either one of the adults in the room. But, both had been tired, especially his father. He slowly crept across the room and into the kitchen, retrieving the hand-towel that was hanging up. He returned to the living room and slowly got onto his knees in front of the older Panther.

He'd never thought he'd be in this position, in the dark with his hands up near his Grandad's crotch. But he wanted to help, and his young mind thought nothing of it as he started patting away as the old Panther's crotch. He ran the towel over his bump and across his inner thighs as he tried to dry up the urine that had soaked through. He thought that this might have been a common occurrence, but surely his Grandad would have been wearing some sort of pants for it, but it looked to just be a random accident.

As his hands patted over the crotch through the towel, he felt something swell as he passed over it, growing harder each time he went. He frowned after doing it a few times and retracted the towel, wrinkling his nose from the smell as he focused on the bump. He slowly brung a hand to it, and looked confused that it was so hard. In his mind, he panicked, wondering if he's somehow done something wrong. He knew he'd have to act fast.

He dropped the towel on his Grandad's lap for the moment as he reached his hand up, his hands a little shaky as he unbuttoned the trousers. He slowly unzipped them and felt the hard bump move around a little. It was underneath the Panther's underwear, and tentatively, he moved those down, too.

An appendage bobbed up into view, and for a moment, Aldrik looked startled. The member was humanoid in shape, with a thick foreskin. It was twitching and pulsing in the air, and it's size was impressive for someone so old. It stood proudly at a throbbing 7 inches, damp with urine, though the tip was wet with pre-cum. Aldrik felt his heart hammering in his chest and his breath catching in his throat. He didn't know what to do: he'd never seen anything like it.

Above him, his Grandad stirred a little in his sleep and let out a soft groan, his cock throbbing again. Was he having a good dream? It was a possibility, but even so, his member needed to be cleaned as well. Aldrik's hands went to the towel, and he glanced over to his Father to check he was still sleeping before he raised the towel up. He covered the cock in the fabric and slowly pressed down and squeezed a little, attempting to dry it off as gently as he could. The old Panther groaned again in his sleep and Aldrik felt the member pulse around his fingers. The cub bit his lip. Was this a good idea?

Once he was sufficiently sure that the member was dry, the little Panther quickly removed it, once again examining the length. He couldn't help but be curious, even if it wasn't the right thing to do. It was a rather astonishing size: his was nowhere near the big. He wanted to touch it, but he feared he'd get in trouble. Yet, no-one was watching. So...why not?

Slowly, Aldrik extended his arm out and wrapped a tiny hand around the thick cock. He could just about touch his index finger and thumb together, and he pulled his hand down. He watched with an intense curiosity as the foreskin tugged back behind the wet glands, revealing the head of the member in it's entirety. He watched as a bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip and dribbling down, eliciting another groan of pleasure from his Grandad. Maybe he didn't get as much action as he should, and that would explain his predicament now. Aldrik didn't really understand it all, and in the back of his mind,he knew this was wrong. Yet he couldn't help himself: he was always curious, always exploring. He'd even done this to his father, once, but Luca didn't sleep as soundly as the older Panther did.

Aldrik wondered how it tasted. He watched with bated breath as the pre-cum kept flowing in light trickles, eventually reaching his own hand. He brung his head forward as his nose tentatively sniffed. He got the overwhelming aroma of the urine still, and for good reason. But he smelt something else amongst it: sweat, mixed with the same smell of his Grandad's clothes. It was a rather intriguing aroma.

Eventually, his curiosity needed to be sated. Slowly, he opened his little mouth and pressed his rough tongue against the head of the sensitive member. He felt his Grandad's body tense up beneath him in his sleep, and for a moment, Aldrik could swore he heard him moan a woman's name under his breath. The cub dragged his tongue up slowly as the pre-cum swept along his tongue. The taste was...peculiar. It almost tasted of nothing, but there was a distinct hint of salt. Aldrik found himself craving more, and he bowed his head.

Whilst his mouth worked down along the head of the cock, struggling to keep his jaw as open as possible, he found his hand trailing down to curiously press against his Grandad's crotch. His hand hooked under and pressed at the fleshy mass of his balls through his urine-soaked underwear, feeling it's malleable surface roll around his digits. His Grandad shuddered visibly and squirmed in his sleep, groaning from the intense pleasure that the young Panther was giving him. Aldrik wasn't sure what he was doing at this point, but he enjoyed the taste, and surely his Grandad was enjoying it, even if he was asleep.

With no guidance, Aldrik sought to lower his head further. He pressed his mouth down as the cock slid further and further back into his mouth, gliding along the roof before pressing down into his throat. He tasted the revolting tang of urine on his tongue and tugged back a little, his barbed tongue grating along the thick member. The older Panther's breath hitched in his throat and he steadily huffed, his breathing coming out in gentle wheezes. Even though he wasn't awake, he was enjoying it thoroughly.

Soon enough, his Grandad's breathing grew more labored and desperate, his groaning soft and silent. He huffed and shuddered as the little Panther pulled his head back, dragging his tongue along the cock before pressed down again, feeling the member pulse and twitch inside his mouth. He wasn't sure why, but the sensation of the shaft in his mouth made him tingly all over. He wrapped his hands around the base of the length and squeezed it a little as he slathered spittle across the head and various inches he could reach.

He bobbed his head as his Grandad groaned in desperation, wheezing exhaustingly. He was close, but Aldrik didn't know what was coming. He pulled his head back and curiously watched the tip ooze with pre-cum, dribbling down the cock like a leaky faucet. He licked the tip as he felt the member throbbing powerfully against his little tongue. His Grandad breathed out softly and let out a soft moan of pleasure. His orgasm suddenly hit him and his hands gripped the armchair in his slumber. He came, spurting a thick rope right up into Aldrik's mouth.

The Panther was momentarily surprised by the sudden goop, and it's salty flavour. He gulps it down instinctively and shut his eyes as another sticky rope spurts out, splattering across his right eye. Then another ejects itself onto his face, followed by another, and another. The Panther holds onto the cock's base as his Grandad empties his balls all over the cub's face, coating his fur in the sticky substance. Aldrik wasn't quite sure what to do, and he kept his eyes shut until he didn't feel any more spurts across his face. When he opened them, he looked down to see his Grandad's limping cock dripping with cum, the rest of the load splattered across the sofa and the floor in front of him.

Confused, the Panther quickly wiped it up, in case he would get into trouble. He brushed the towel across his face to try and wipe up the fluid, ignoring the fact it was probably stained with urine. He got to his feet and went back over to his father, pressing into him after having stuffed his Grandad's cock back into his pants. Maybe it hadn't been a good idea to check on him after all. He slowly closed his eyes, and eventually, sleep took him.

He stirred awake in the morning to find himself laying fully on the sofa with a blanket over him and a pillow under his head. He groggily peeked over to the armchair and found it near-spotless, and his Grandad nowhere to be seen, nor his father. The aroma of bacon filled his nostrils and he sat up, stretching. Someone must be making breakfast.

He tip-toed his way into the kitchen to find his Father by the stove. He knocked on the door and Luca turned to see him with a smile on his face.

"Morning, champ. Your Grandad's just up in the bathroom cleaning himself." He assured him as he moved the spatula around the frying pan, making sure the bacon didn't burn.

"We're going to go to lunch a little later on. Is that alright with you?" Luca asked his son, who happily nodded. He loved going out to lunch!

As the cub sat down at the dining room table, his Grandad walked into the room. The old Panther paused for a moment as they exchanged a glance. Aldrik tensed for a moment when he saw the rather serious, grim expression on the Panther's face. Then, the elderly cat just grinned over at him, and he winked, almost knowingly. Luca came through and his expression darkened a little again. He knew something. Aldrik bit his lip.

He had a feeling he was in trouble.