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A lil story in which an otter gets to know his boyfriend's dad a little better.

Hello all you canines, felines, and other wonderful creatures in my computer! This one was really fun to write. The last couple months have been really overwhelming for me, so writing this was a welcome distraction. I also submitted this story to Oh Murr magazine for their spring issue. I have yet to hear back, but fingers crossed they'll decide to publish it!

I appreciate each and every one of you for your likes and comments. Y'all make my tail wag :3

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“Oh fucking mother of god fuck-” I hissed, spitting a glob of molten cheese into my hand. I flicked it into the trash and attempted a second, smaller bite. This bite was also scorching hot, except this one had a chunk of ice cold sausage in the middle that cracked between my molars. I spit that out too, and tossed the rest of the pizza slice into the trash.

The snack cabinet had several options that were less extreme in temperature, but the box of Little Debbie’s Cosmic Brownies stood out to me like a fine platter of meats and cheeses to a starving peasant. Perfect. I stuffed two brownies in my mouth and chased it with a mini can of root beer.

I looked downright haggard in the reflection of the window above the sink. My brown fur stuck out in all directions from head to tail like I’d just been electrocuted. Being a river otter, my body should theoretically be lean and slender, built for agility. Meant to float on the water’s surface. That was mostly the case, but even I had to admit that I had a couple extra pounds, mainly on my tummy and thighs. And the only time I used my lutrine agility was to catch stray morsels of brownie before they hit the floor. Still, my youthful metabolism left me with the appearance of someone who got off the coach more than once a week.

I unstuck my thighs from each other as I scooted to where the heated floor felt strongest. My fur was still matted and tacky from my boyfriend’s pounding earlier in the evening. I had thrown on a pair of boxers to keep myself at least somewhat decent while I was in a common space.

My stomach growled. I swiped another slice of cold pizza, turned on the oven, and popped the pizza in, this time committed to a warm but not scalding meal.

While the oven warmed, I leaned against the counter and surveyed the kitchen. It was my boyfriend’s dad’s place, and decorated exactly how you would expect of a divorced dad’s apartment. Empty cans towered next to an overstuffed trash bin. The sink, full of dirty dishes, had a black rind around the edges where dirty water frequently sat for too long. As long as the kitchen didn’t have mold or fruit flies, my boyfriend’s dad considered the place clean.

The old wolf was pleasant enough to be around. He joked, he laughed, he helped Nathan and I lug our bags to and from the car when we came. Except he was a drinker. That’s what Nathan called it at least. I called it being an alcoholic. It wasn’t my place to say though, and I appreciated that he let us crash for a few days before spring break ended. Plus, free booze. So I kept that opinion to myself.

I checked the oven. The inside was barely lukewarm.

Something clattered in the living room down the hall. It sounded like glass against glass. I grabbed a roll of paper towels and sighed. The old wolf had probably fallen asleep in the living room and kicked over a beer bottle while tossing and turning on the couch. Again. I didn’t give a shit about the tidiness of the man’s apartment, but it was the least I could do to wipe up spilled beer before it soaked into the hardwood.

As I walked down the hallway, I peeked into Nathan’s room. The door was cracked, leaving a line of light that illuminated the wolf under baby blue bedsheets. He slept on his stomach, mouth agape and snoring, and an arm hung over the edge of the bed. One of his legs was exposed up to his naked butt cheek. I bet if I checked, I’d find a puddle of precum on the sheets under his sheath. My handsome wolf. Although even I had to admit he wasn’t at his prettiest while in deep sleep.

Rhythmic wet squishing sounds grew louder as I approached the living room. We were all males in this apartment. Of course I recognized the sound almost immediately. Nathan’s dad was masturbating. What else could it be? The quality of the sound confused me though. It didn’t sound like he was stroking bare skin.

I returned to the kitchen to set the paper towels near the sink. I slunk back down the hall, this time weary of stepping on any creaky floorboards. I passed Nathan’s room. I shut his door quietly.

I stealthed past the bathroom. If Nathan’s dad caught me, I planned to act like I’d just come this way to take a piss, and went too far. It was a horrible plan, in hindsight.

I looked into the living room.

Laundry piled high on a loveseat. Cans and bottles congregated on every stained surface in the room, including the floor around the couch. The only two sources of light were the TV playing a baseball game, probably a rerun at this late hour, and a desk lamp with one out of two bulbs glowing.

Nathan’s dad took up the main couch across the TV, sprawling wide and thankfully facing away from me. His head rested on one arm of the couch, and his other leg spread out, where it had knocked over a couple bottles. The wolf jerked a plastic fleshlight over his erect penis, not bothering to hide the wet sounds.

He was big, and burly. He looked like he’d played sports in his youth, but had let himself go in the last few years. Or last decade. Still, his biceps and thighs were thicker than my neck. Salt and pepper fur stippled his muzzle, especially around his eyes, which were only half open and fixated on his masturbation. I was fixated too. His knot was thick enough that the angry red flesh was visible under the layer of silicon when it popped inside. Despite his mass and age, the resemblance to Nathan was uncanny.

The scent too. If I ignored the reek of beer coating every surface in this house including the big wolf, I could catch a whiff of the masculine musk. I wouldn’t have been able to tell his scent from Nathan’s even if they stood right in front of me with their pits raised after a marathon. Although to be fair, all canids smelled almost exactly the same to my underdeveloped lutrine nose.

I sniffed again. The familiarity yet tabooness of it… I could just drink up Nathan’s dad’s musk. Forget the pizza and root beer. If only he’d raise his arms a little higher to let more of his pheromones free…

On my next sniff, I flew too close to the sun. The big wolf’s ears flicked up in my direction and he saw me. Me, voyeuring from the hall, tenting my boxers like a teenaged boy rifling through dirty mags in the back of his closet. Which wasn’t too far from the truth considering I’d only turned 20 last month.

Nathan’s dad froze, giving his plastic lover a breather. He left his shaft buried inside.

“You looking for something, kid? I’m a little busy,” he said gruffly. His eyes bore into mine, although they had trouble focusing.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I made pizza.”

As if on cue, the oven beeped to signal that it was finally heated to the ideal temperature.

“Damn, I thought maybe you’d come to watch the show,” he said. His words slurred together.

“You mean baseball?” I asked, glancing at the TV. The crowd went wild as someone scored a round tripper.

He laughed at that and stood up. “No, kid! Me jacking off!” He slid the plastic pussy off his cock and tossed it on the laundry pile. He looked deeply thoughtful for a moment. “You know, I could fix that headboard in Nathan’s room. A wall mount would stop it from banging the wall everytime you boys fuck. It didn’t used to be a problem, but now that Nathan is old enough to have a boyfriend, I suppose I should get it fixed.”

I chuckle meekly at that. I didn’t even notice the headboard, but it was right on the other side of the wall. Nathan’s dad must’ve heard us the entire time. I couldn’t help but be a little embarrassed until he spoke again.

“Well? You wanna take its place?” he asked, gesturing to his still glistening penis. “You haven’t ran off yet, so I assume you’re at least a little curious.”

The old man was bold, I’ll give him that. Maybe it was the whiskey in his system. If I had somehow been noseblind to the stench of alcohol in the stagnant air and hadn’t noticed the man’s somewhat uncoordinated movements, his slurred speech would have been a dead giveaway for his inebriation. I was used to his drunkenness by now and even for him, this was a bit much.

But I’ve never been able to deny myself the taste of a man. And goddamn, what a studly one at that.

Nathan’s dad started stroking his cock again as I stepped out of my boxer briefs. Just as I was about to kneel between his legs, he dropped to his knees in front of me. I paused in shock. He dove muzzle first into my groin right beside my hardening penis.

I have to admit, the sight of my boyfriend’s hunky dad sniffing my crotch, still sweaty from the workout I’d gotten earlier, drove me absolutely feral. In seconds, my cock erupted from a semi to painfully erect.

His warm, velvet, broad tongue lapped up the underside of my cock, dragging a slimy tail from my nuts to the exposed glans of my cock head. Blowjobs typically don’t do much for me, but goddamn, the man knew how to work a dick. My cock slipped past his lips. He bobbed and rotated my cock head in his muzzle, providing maximum stimulation to the most sensitive part of my body. It took only moments for my legs to begin shaking, and we adjusted to compensate, with me sitting back on the couch with his head between my thighs. The big lupine lazily jerked himself while he blew me.

I put a hand on his head. I hoped it was okay. He rewarded me with a full mouthed grin, and suckled me deeper until I hilted his muzzle, His wet nose nuzzled into my pubic bone. I grabbed the couch cushions, the near frictionless suctioning of his maw almost too intense. He took pleasure in my pleasure. The wolf grunted with my soft moans and stroked himself faster as my eyes rolled back in my head while I mindlessly thrust into his mouth.

My balls pulled up as Nathan’s dad lapped at them. That all too familiar pressure built in my core. I felt almost sad the experience was almost over. And then…

Nathan’s dad pulled off with a lewd slurp, leaving my cock twitching.

“Damn, kid! I thought you were about to bust!” He said through a chuckle. Foamy saliva bubbled in the corners of his mouth.

“I almost did,” I admitted. “You pulled off just in time.”

He looked pleased at that. “Didn’t want either of us to cum too fast. I’m a one hit wonder. Not like I used to be. I wanted to save my spunk for somewhere better, and I didn’t want to risk you backing out cause you came.”

“Somewhere better?”

“Bend over.”

Looking back, I don’t think I ever thought of Nathan’s dad in a sexual manner before this. Sure, I thought he was hot. But that was more a reflection of my attraction to my boyfriend. In this moment though, Nathan’s dad was the sexiest being on the planet.

I crawled over the couch onto my hands and knees. My legs were still shaky from the phenomenal blowjob, but I was able to hold my own weight. There were wet spots all over the leather couch. I had a feeling it was about to get messier.

The cushions dipped deep where the wolf kneeled behind me. I felt exposed and vulnerable, even more so when Nathan’s dad spread my still damp cheeks apart with a rough paw. I turned to see an expression of carnal lust on his face. There’s something so special and exciting about a new partner. Even one that’s oddly familiar to me in many ways. Like the way the wolf dad looked just as obsessed about my ass as his son was.

He lowered his head and met my asshole with an untamed swipe of his tongue, inhaling as it tracked across the puffy opening. I could practically taste the bourbon on his breath as he exhaled hot air. He ate me out with the same debaucherous frenzy he’d given to my cock, deeply tasting the spot his son had been inside hours prior. My rumbled moans into the leather made him rumble too. He even went as far as to wrap his arms around my thighs as leverage to tonguefuck me deeper. Goddamn. The wolf was one kinky motherfucker(literally, if you ask Nathan). He didn’t even give a shit that his son had bred me sloppy and loose. In fact, he savored it.

The couch shook slightly, and I knew he was masturbating while rimming me. At one point, he formed his tongue into a scoop and seemed to be trying to gather up any traces of his son that his taste buds could find.

Nathan’s dad pulled up, dove back in to give me a sloppy kiss directly on my sopping pucker, and sat back, panting hard.

I panted too, unable to string my emotions and sensations into words. My asshole winked, feeling horribly and suddenly empty.

“Nathan sure is productive. Like his old man, I suppose.” he said, licking his lips and grinning proudly. “Every time I thought I’d licked up his load, more dribbled out. I bet you’ve still got a pint in there! There’s a bottle of lube on the coffee table if you want it, but… I don’t think you’ll need it.”

I agreed silently by arching my back to show how ready I was. Our hips met each other as Nathan’s dad hotdogged his fat shaft between my wet cheeks. He was big, sure. Certainly a couple inches longer than Nathan, not to mention his girth. But I, a tried and true slut before Nathan and I got together, had no reservations about his size. I wiggled my ass for him, earning a lustful grunt.

With one hand caressing my waist and the other guiding his length, the wolf led his tapered cock tip into my rump, into my ring of muscle. He advanced slowly, giving me time to adjust. I was looser than I normally would have been, what with Nathan knotfucking me and all, but what can I say? I’m an otter. I adapt quickly, and I can take damn near anything with enough patience.

Nathan’s dad began rocking his hips back and forth, letting the tip fall all the way out, and penetrate me again. If I had tried that technique, I would have nutted in a minute. But the wolf’s most erogenous area was the area directly behind his knot. He was just doing this to tease me. It worked, leaving me needy for more.

I pushed back to shove him further inside, but he pulled back in sync.

“Want more?” he asked.

“Fuck yes. Please give it to me!” I said breathlessly. I didn’t mind begging, but it did bring a rush of blood to my face.

“What do you want from Daddy?”

I got the hint. I blushed deeper. “I want your cock in me, Daddy!”

“Atta boy!” he said with approval, and a swift smack on my rear that made me gasp.

Short thrusts worked his penis deeper into me. Now that I felt more of his engorged meat, I felt every heartbeat in his veins. The penetration was almost frictionless with Nathan’s copious load and his dad’s saliva lubing my rectum. I wondered how much of Nathan’s semen was still inside me. His dad’s tongue surely hadn’t gone deep enough to dig it all out, and I’d made no effort to push it out. So my guess? Quite a lot. I felt the older wolf’s cock dredging it out of me, making it leak down my taint as it was forced out. I pictured his cock tip stirring the cum in my colon. Nathan’s dad didn’t mind, and neither did I.

“So tell me, kid,” Nathan’s dad asked, as if starting a casual conversation about the weekend with a coworker at the water cooler. “How is Nathan in bed? Sounded like he fucked you good, from all your moaning earlier.”

So he had heard. Good to know.

“He’s a good lay,” I said. “He likes it fast and rough. He was knotfucking me near the end there..”

“Fuuuck, I can feel how open he left you,” he said. He rewarded me with another spank. “Good thing he stretched you first. Dunno if this thing would fit otherwise.”

His cock throbbed in my guts. The shaft was as big as Nathan’s knot. I could take it, but I had to remind myself to relax and let it in. The crest of his bulb knocked against my rim, It would have fit. I would have made sure of it.

The sex was a full body experience as I gave myself up to the big wolf. His hand wandered to my neck, and lightly pressed on either side. He showed restraint, especially considering his inebriated state. I ground back against him to show that it was okay to squeeze harder.

Heavy lupine testicles dangled low enough to graze my balls on every swing. He growled, grinding the knot against my asshole every time they met, like a key that just wouldn’t quite fit, trying to coax me open. The pressure was intense, making my body spasm under him as he huffed and growled.

“C’mon kid, open up for Daddy. Lemme show you what a real wolf feels like.”

“Nathan’s not a real wolf?”I joked.

Nathan’s dad barked out a laugh, briefly breaking the more dominant persona he was playing. “His mom is a malamute. I’m the real deal. He’s just a pup compared to me.”

I arched my back deeper in an attempt to allow the old wolf deeper entrance in my guts. He gained a millimeter with every roll of his hips, forcing me to feel the stretch of his knot. He eased back each time, denying me what I wanted most. To feel my boyfriend’s father mark me as intimately as possible.

“Tell Daddy how it feels,” he said in his gravelly voice.

“You’re so- mmf- big.”

He hunched over me, straddling me with his arms on either side. I was completely enclosed in his scent and his form. He murmured in my ear.

“Keep going,”

My walls clamped around him, silently begging for more. “I should have asked you to fuck me sooner, Daddy. I love how you feel, and I want every inch in me,” I said, feeling like I was in a cheesy porno. Nathan’s dad seemed to like it though. Hell, it turned me on too.

“That’s it. You’ll get every inch of Daddy’s cock.”

Nathan’s dad nuzzled into my neck. He pecked and snorted and huffed my scent. Wet slapping filled the room, louder than the fleshlight had been. I felt almost overstuffed, with at least seven inches of wolf penis jabbing into my guts, and another three inches to go, not to mention the half a pint of semen already sloshing around my guts.

“Almost there,” he grunted, pushing his swollen knot just about to the midpoint, before retreating. “Tell me kid, am I bigger than my boy?”

“Y-yes.”

“Mmmmm,” he growled long and deep. “Give me a good push, kid. Daddy’s gonna knot ya.”

I did as Nathan’s dad instructed. I breathed deep, inhaling that heady wolf musk like a bong hit. With relaxation and a focused push, I let it in.

Fat wolf cock rammed past my abused rim. The knot locked us together with a disgustingly wet pop, lodging itself in my rectum, hefty balls slamming flush against mine. Sticky ropes of Nathan’s cum strung the tiny gap between our scrotums.

The fullness radiated from my gut throughout my entire body. The wolf’s knot grinded relentlessly at my prostate, pushing my body to its limit. I squeezed down, milking Nathan’s dad for all he was worth. He laid on top of me, finally forcing my legs to give. He continued to jolt in short thrusts that only stimulated the half inch behind his knot. It was a sturdy tie, and I doubted I’d be able to push him back out like this. Potent spurts of wolf seed jetted directly into my guts, hosing down the load that already pooled there. I could feel the wolf’s balls shifting slightly as they relieved themselves of their burden.

Nathan’s dad rested his head on my back between my shoulder blades. His tongue lolled out as he caught his breath. He shuddered and twitched every few seconds. I could feel his knot already starting to soften. I had this instinctual need, as any good bottom does, to keep it buried and safe.

“My son has good taste. I can see why he likes you.”

“I can see where he gets his voracious sexual appetite from.”

Nathan’s dad licked my ear.

I twisted my head to give him a warm smile, but instead the man met my gaze with a kiss. His cracked lips met mine and he gently held my throat again while we made out. I let his tongue enter my mouth. Suckled it like he’d sucked me. I tasted whiskey. And myself. And Nathan’s cum. Everyone in the apartment, really. His cock pulsed, I’m sure ejecting the last bits of his orgasm.

A hand trailed idly to my nipple, which was playfully pinched, then further down to my semi erect penis. The hand wrapped around it and began stroking, using our dripping fluids for lube.

“You gonna cum for Daddy?” the wolf said into my mouth, returning to his dominant side.

I broke the kiss.

“I uh… I don’t usually cum while bottoming. I don’t even get hard most of the time. This is a little unusual for me.”

The wolf paused. “Well then, I suppose I feel mighty special that you got hard this time.”

He tested the tie. The knot had deflated from apple-sized to egg-sized.

“Let’s switch things up then.”

“What do you mean?”

The wolf sat back on his haunches and tugged his knot out. It didn’t take much effort. It slid out like an undersized butt plug, releasing a river of viscous cum that practically ruined the couch. He sat back and admired the concoction of his and his son’s seed drooling from my gaped asshole before I flexed it closed. Then he looked at his cream soaked sheath and pubes.

The wolf shifted his massive frame while I cocked my head in confusion. His joints cracked while he laid back, reminding me of his age. The couch creaked under his weight. He hiked his legs up, revealing what he meant.

The wolf’s big ass cheeks spread naturally at this position. They reveal a darkly pigmented pucker surrounded by tufts of dark grey fur. His cock, still softening, flopped against his belly.

“Think you’d cum from topping?”

I nodded slightly, wholly entranced by my boyfriend’s dad freely presenting himself.

“Atta boy. Get in there.”

Pulled forward by some unseen, unstoppable force, I moved toward him. I was about to fuck my boyfriend’s dad. I was about to Stacy’s Mom my boyfriend while he slept soundly in the next room. This thought, and every iteration of it arose in my mind. I was rock hard by the time I’d gotten into position. My cock pressed up against the wolf’s asshole.

I briefly admired the view, knowing this would likely be the only time I’d ever be graced with it. The man’s ass was hairy, like the rest of him. Coarse fur surrounded my cock. It was hot and sweaty. I bet musky too. I wondered how long it had been since he’d been fucked. This can’t have been the first time, judging by his eagerness and nonchalance.

His pucker yielded to me. A little too dry. I reached under my tail, scooped up a healthy glob of the mixed seed still leaking from me, and coated my shaft until it shined. Then I wiped the rest on his entrance. I pushed against it again. It was perfect now, and wrapped around my cock with little resistance. Cum glistened around the rim where I penetrated him.

I pushed deeper. Being an otter, I didn’t have a knot, or flare, or any other biological hindrance that prevented me from going balls deep on the first try. His hole was silky and hot as a furnace. He was tighter than my own fleshlight for sure. Definitely tighter than I expected for such a big man.

“C’mon kid.” he said a little impatiently. “Give Daddy that cock.”

I began with tentative, but full length thrusts. I’m six inches, last time I checked. Certainly not as big as the wolf. But the wolf would have had to be an excellent actor to fake the moans that began to rumble out of him and the lust-drunk look in his eyes. He seemed to genuinely love the sensation of me inside him. I fixated on his spent cock that drooled on his belly. He laid a hand on it, but stopped there. His heavy balls bounced a little when I ramped up the pace.

If I lasted more than two minutes, it would be a goddamn miracle.

I fought a losing war against my own orgasm as Nathan’s dad clenched around my shaft. The wet plaps sprayed driplets of our fluids across the couch.

“Atta boy! Keep fucking my hole like you mean it,” he groaned, still slurring his words. I don’t think I could have stopped if I tried.

Nathan’s dad wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into an embrace while I humped his ass. My nose tracked his musk to its source. Well, one of the sources. Hairy armpits only inches from my face. It was strong, potent, and so male. So similar to his son. Somehow more… mature. It overpowered my other senses and before I could ask for permission, I had my face blanketed in tufts of damp sweaty fur, inhaling this older man’s scent like my life depended on it. He was an accommodating host, both of my throbbing cock and my face buried in his pit. He raised his arm, gripped the back of my head with his other hand, and called me a good boy.

I ground into him. We were so close I could only grind. Sweaty heat enveloped me, marinating me, making me briefly think of the pizza in the oven that was almost certainly burnt to carbon by now. That last thought faded as I felt my impending climax rush towards me.

“Do it, kid. I can tell you’re close. Fill me up,” he encouraged.

My grinds became staccato thrusts that short circuited into one long and primal, full body push as deep as I could get. His scent infused my lungs. My face was covered in the wolf’s armpit sweat. My limbs locked in the intensity. I cried out as my orgasm rocketed from my body to his, pumping warm cum into his body. His passage became wet and sloppy around my cock as I kept cumming, beyond what I normally do. The taboo thrill of knowing that I was breeding my boyfriend’s father, marking him in the most carnal way possible as he had marked me, extended my orgasm by over a minute. It felt like an eternity, really. I was deep enough inside that nothing leaked out.

Nathan’s dad held me through my powerful orgasm, praising me and petting my back while his legs wrapped around me. His legs were as good as any knot and kept me inside long after I’d finished. I laid on his chest, panting. I listened to his strong heartbeat return to a regular pace. His cock, still semi hard, was trapped between our bellies. I didn’t get the vibe he’d play with it again. At least, not until I’d left. He absentmindedly scratched my back while our aftershocks dissipated. I could get used to this. I pushed that thought away.

My spent cock slipped out. The big wolf clenched up quickly, keeping my essence inside. Dirty old man. It made me throb again, knowing a part of me was inside him.

“Nathan sure knows how to pick ‘em,” he said again. We separated ourselves onto either side of the couch. He left a dark wet spot underneath him, and I imagine I had a big spot under me too.

“Thank you,” I said after a moment, unsure what else to say. I didn’t regret what had happened. Not at all. But how could we proceed from this? What would happen tomorrow? I was grateful that he seemed to sense my concerns.

“How about you clean yourself up. Take a shower, and then head back to bed before Nathan wakes up. I’ll clean up out here.”

I nodded and stood up. I had to use the couch arm for support.

“And uh… Maybe this stays between us,” he said with a stern look.

“Yes, Daddy,” I teased and mimed locking my lips and throwing away the key. His face relaxed and he chuckled.

“Atta boy.”

I disposed of the now burnt pizza slice before returning to the bedroom. I’d gotten over my midnight munchies. Nathan and his dad’s seed still dribbled down my thighs, which were now twice as sticky as before. The majority of the old wolf’s cum was still deep in my guts, mingling with Nathan’s load. If it wasn’t three am, and I wasn’t so goddamned exhausted, I would have drawn a pleasant bath or at least taken a quick rinse. I felt half dead. I could shower in the morning. Instead, I wiped the most egregiously wet spots of my fur with a shirt that had been strewn on the floor. If Nathan asked why I smelled like his dad, I truly had no excuse.

I slipped under the covers next to my still sleeping boyfriend. My beautiful, sleepy wolf, who could sleep through a marching band and who regularly slept through morning alarms.

I turned towards the wall, my eyes already struggling to stay open. I scooted back, letting my back brush against Nathan’s fur. A parade couldn’t wake him, and apparently his father fucking me couldn’t either. But the instinctual need to hold me was strong enough to make him turn into a spooning position and wrap his arm around me. He was naked too.

The cracked door let a sliver of warm light in. I could still hear the quiet applause from the ball game on the TV.

My boyfriend nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck and pulled me tight. I felt his lupine sheath wedge between my butt cheeks. That seemed to wake him up further.

“You’re still so wet, babe,” Nathan mumbled, half asleep. The tip of his tapered cock poked against my overused asshole.

“Nathan-” I started to protest, then gasped as he entered me with a lazy nudge. It went in easily. My ring, still slack and lubed from the older wolf, relented without a fight, letting Nathan sink up to the knot. He let out a long exhale in contentment like one would when relaxing into a hot tub.

“I wrecked you good earlier,” he said proudly. Jizz overflowed from my ass as he began rocking his hips. It formed puddles on the sheets. The creamy seed in my guts was like oil on a piston.

Nathan’s knot swelled at the base, breaching inside with every thrust. It took him a moment to realize that his knot was no longer a barrier to going balls deep. He pressed forward and it popped inside effortlessly. Then out as easily.

My boyfriend’s cock, smaller than his dad’s, was a familiar fit. It was perfect despite the knot’s lost function. The icing on the cake to the evening.

The wolf’s movements became uncoordinated the longer he fucked his father’s sloppy seconds. He ground into me hard, but failed to find the friction that may have pushed him over the edge faster. His knot just couldn’t catch on my stretched out asshole.

Finally, my boyfriend settled for knotting me and leaving it inside, only pumping the last bit behind his knot. Just like his dad did. It felt small compared to the older wolf’s but it was more than enough to rub my prostate gland. Nathan groaned in relief as his second orgasm of the night overtook him. Semen flooded inside me to mix with his dad’s. It was enough to make my belly ache. Our tie was insecure enough for some to seep out around it. I tried to clench, but it wasn’t enough. Nathan’s engorged bulb plopped out with a filthy squelch. He forced it back in only for it to pop out yet again, bringing another deluge of intergenerational wolf see. We gave up on keeping his penis inside, electing instead to let it rest between my soaked thighs.

“Fuck babe, I guess I really did a number on you earlier,” he chuckled. He kissed me on the cheek.

Before I could respond, he rested his head against mine and quickly began snoring again. He kept me tightly wrapped in his embrace.

The house was quiet now. I wondered if Nathan’s dad had heard our second round of lovemaking. I wondered what he thought about it, if he did. I wondered if he jacked off while listening. If he was still leaking my load.

As my thoughts became hazy and I began to drift to sleep, I wondered, most importantly, if Nathan’s dad would make us all breakfast in the morning.

Before long, I was snoring too.