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Tyler took a deep breath at his father's door. He glanced at the driveway of the duplex where his car had just been parked behind his father's truck. Never too late to turn around. The summer heat was deep and dry. It would be a four hour drive back to his apartment.

You can do this, Tyler, the hyena told himself.

A pawed digit depressed the doorbell.

Ding-dong.

Tyler waited. Switching his weight from one hip to the other. His large, triangular ears tipped to the door to hear the sound of approaching footsteps.

“That you Ty?"

The hyena nearly yipped. Starting, he looked up and saw his father, Harley, looking down from the window of the duplex's second floor.

“Yeah, uh, happy father's day." He held up an envelope for the other hyena to see. “I brought a card."

“Be down in a second," Harley said.

He did not shut the window as he ducked back into the house. I didn't hear a window open, which means it was left open… Tyler cringed with the sudden realization: Has the old man not fixed his fucking A/C yet? Tyler glanced back to his car.

The door opened and he nearly started again.

Harley was big for a striped hyena. Most of Tyler's spotted step-siblings were like him: tall, lean, wiry. With some semblance of an athletic build if they did a sport like swimming like Tyler did. His dad, one the other hand, was wide shouldered, dark brown stripes seemingly straining across his tan fur. He was a roofer by trade, which had left him with plenty of muscle, but age had supplied the older hyena with a layer of fat as well. The fluffy cream fur of his chest was exposed as his dad wore only a wife-beater and gym shorts. Soon as the door opened, Tyler's nose twitched as the older, sweaty yeen's musk assaulted him.

Harley went in to hug his son while Tyler held up the envelope. It crushed into his dad's chest and they both hesitated. The older yeen backed off and said, “Err, it's good to see you, son."

“Yeah, good to see you, too."

“Why don't you come inside?" he said before leading Tyler into the living room. All the windows were open and fans ran in two separate corners of the room. Still, it was hotter inside than out, and Tyler felt sweat building on his brow.

“Have a seat," Harley said, gesturing to the couch.

Still awkward and uncomfortable, Tyler sat down. His father walked into the kitchen, tail raised and quivering a little. Someone's peppy, the younger yeen thought. He tossed his Father's Day card on the end table beside him.

“Water alright to drink?" Harley asked.

“Yeah, sure."

Harley returned with a glass of condensating cold water and a beer in his other hand. “Sorry, I didn't know you'd be coming—kinda forgot about today if I'm honest." His dad handed Tyler the water, which he took a grateful gulp of before setting it down. His dad sat in an armchair by the couch with his beer. “Would offer you a beer but you know, you being underage and whatnot."

“I'm twenty-two, dad." The older hyena nearly dropped his beer. At least he knows he fucked up, Tyler thought.

Harley quickly got up and said, “Then what am I serving you water for? I'll get you a beer!"

Tyler cringed. He would have sooner taken an apology. He did not want to drink because he did not want to spend even more hours here sobering up. Still, just taking one beer and sipping it till he had to leave was better than saying no outright. He did not want his dad being weird about him saying no.

Harley came back with a PBR, cracked the can for Tyler, and handed it to him. Dorm life had made the younger hyena plenty used to the taste of the cheap swill.

“So how's college going?"

“Can't complain," Tyler said. Just go through the motions then you can leave. “Got one more year then I'll be done." Tyler dropped out of high school to work full time when he was seventeen after it became clear his mother wouldn't support a gay son. He got kicked out, worked for Amazon, got his GED two years later, and now lived off student loans, summer jobs, and Pell grants. His mother, with the help of his step siblings, was on speaking terms with Tyler again, at least.

Right around fifteen, Tyler's dad dropped off the face of the world, only to contact Tyler two years ago. They saw each other once a year. Family was complicated, but Tyler wanted to try—felt guilty if he didn't.

Tyler took a sip. They had nothing to talk about. I wonder if dad doesn't share because he's just that boring, or if he's hiding stuff, too. The younger yeen cleared his throat and asked, “So, uh, how's roofing going?"

“Can't complain. Got this new kid who is all uppity—worried about him if I'm honest. Climbs the ladders like he's racing to the top. You know how colts are, though."

“Your employee's a horse?"

“That's what I said, didn't I?" Harley shook his head. “I don't mean to be that guy—"

Brace for awkward race comment.

“but I've never met a stallion who isn't obsessed with one-upping everyone around him. This kid's going to fall and break his neck one day if he doesn't learn to be more patient."

Tyler opted not to commiserate on the horses comment. He knew guys like that, but those assholes existed across every species in every profession and sport. He changed the subject, “So, dad, anything else going on aside from roofing lately?"

“Nah, that's pretty much it. I go to work, do the job, get paid, pay the boys, then head home. Same as always."

“What's the deal with you're A/C?"

“Oh, I figure why bother with it? I spend most days outside in the sun anyways, what's the heat matter?"

Tyler took a longer drink of his beer. He resisted the urge to scowl at his dad and snap, “I'm trying but you have to give me something." The younger yeen finished his beer before he knew it, and crushed the can in his paw reflexively.

“Sounds like you need another."

“Uh…" shit—he didn't want to make an ass of himself, “Sure."

While Harley got another beer from the kitchen, Tyler desperately scanned the living room for anything to talk about. A Dallas Cowboy's jersey hung on the wall—Tyler didn't know shit about football. Pictures on a floating shelf? Nothing he hadn't seen before—picture of Tyler as a kid, some other relatives on Harley's side that Tyler never met. The DVD collection? Talk about movies maybe?

Tyler got up and crossed the room to a cabinet that flanked the entertainment center in the room. It had a large, flat-screen TV, nice blu-ray player, a game console. Tyler never stayed long enough to watch TV or anything. The movies were mostly… romances? There were some action movies, but a great deal were romantic comedies or dramas. Dad is a softy?

“Did you want to watch a movie?" Harley asked.

The jumpy, younger hyena yipped yet again when surprised.

His dad chuckled. “Easy son, you're welcome to stay and watch a movie with me if you want. I got plenty of action flicks—"

Tyler pointed a finger at the bottom row of movies. “What's with all the chick-flicks?"

“They're, er, here," Harley shoved the beer in his hands and went back to his chair, “I got them when I was dating this girl." He waved at the TV, “If that's what you wanna watch we can, though, I might fall asleep if we do."

“I was just interested in what you had," Tyler said. He popped the tab on his beer and asked before taking a drink, “When did you date this girl?"

“Oh, you know, few years ago. Before you went to college. I've been too damn busy to go somewhere and get rid of the movies."

“Is this girl why I didn't hear from you for four years?" the words came out of Tyler's mouth before he knew what he was doing. His frustration and impatience, his bitterness just leapt out of him without warning. He almost put a paw over his muzzle.

Harley was stony-faced, quiet. He stared at his reflection in the blank TV screen. He took a drink. “Um, yeah… something like that."

They had never once broached what his father did all those years. Now, dancing around it just made Tyler angrier. “That all you have to say?" he snapped. “You didn't talk to me for four years."

“I know I'm not winning any world's greatest dad competitions," Harley snarled. “I'm sorry, is that what you want to hear?"

Tyler wanted to throw the beer in his paw at his old man. “You never once asked me what happened while you were gone. Do you even know?"

“I know you got your GED, went to college, moved out—"

“Mom kicked me out!" Tyler yelled. It hurt to say it. All this anger and rage and pain boiled up from his chest to his throat to—when Tyler started crying the hyena turned his back on his father. He place the beer on top the cabinet and leaned against it, muttered, “Fuck."

“She-she kicked you out?" Tyler heard Harley get up. Devastated, his dad said, “Son… I'm so—" a paw touched Tyler's shoulder.

He wheeled around and shoved Harley away. “Don't touch me," the son snarled. “You don't get to comfort me. You should have been there when I was sleeping on park benches and still trying to go to high school. You should have—fuck!" Tyler sobbed. He muttered, “I'm leaving," and walked for the door.

A heavy paw grabbed his elbow.

“Let me go," Tyler growled.

“No, we need to—"

“I said let me go—"

“Ty—"

“Let go!" Tyler stopped trying to rip himself free of his father's grip. He spun around fist raised but froze up. His dad had tears in his eyes. He didn't flinch when Tyler made to punch him. The son dropped his fist.

Harley hugged him. His father's fur was warm and soft, damp in places from sweat. In that moment, his dad's musk was comforting. Tyler's muzzle was buried in his chest. “I'm so sorry, son," Harley said. He still sounded pained and devastated. “I had one real job on this world and it was protecting you, and I failed. I'll let you go if you want, but please, please before you go, tell me why your mom kicked you out."

Tyler whimpered. “What do you think? I'm gay, dad."

Harley chuckled, but it was a wry, bitter sound. “I figured. It's why she kicked me out."

Shock. Breaths without breathing. Harley's paw stroked up and down Tyler's back. It felt like this was the first time his father really touched him. Really felt the other male's touch. He took a deep breath, a breath his dad's musk. So distant but familiar to his own. Tyler looked up at his father, “You're gay?"

Harley nodded. “I'm sorry, son."

“What are you apologizing for?"

“For not being there when you needed me most," Harley's voice wobbled. This moment left him riddled with pain, too. “How about we sit on the couch and talk through this?"

“The chick-flicks, there yours, yeah?"

“Heh, yeah, they are," Harley admitted. They both exchanged an awkward smile before the older hyena led them both to the couch. They sat down together, Tyler still leaning against his father. Both them looked ahead at the blank TV. The two hyenas in there felt like strangers. Weepy-eyed and holding each other. It wasn't just Harley holding him, Tyler had an arm wrapped over his dad's chest, buried into his dad's shirt. He did not even realize it. He was holding the fur of his dad's side, Harley's fur and flesh against Tyler's wrist and arm. He did not want to let his father go.

Eventually, Harley said, “I knocked Molly up when we were sixteen. I fucked her cause I wanted to prove these feelings in me were fake. They weren't. I could barely get it up for your mom, and after I a fight I told her how I saw other men. Told her it scared me and I didn't want it, but she just got disgusted and tossed me away. It was a different time, Ty, I had to give her everything and agree to anything she said just to be able to keep in touch with you. The court wasn't going to let a gay parent near their kid."

“Dad… I'm so sorry."

“Molly threatened me and told me to never tell you a thing—so I just completely hid that side of me. And when I disappeared… I was living with another man at the time."

“And you didn't think you could hide it from me."

“I was a fucking coward. You… I could have told you and you could have told your mom to piss off, but I was so afraid she had gotten her claws in you, that you would hate me, too… I'm sorry, I just wasn't there for you."

Harley laid it all out for Tyler. He understood why his father did what he did. Tyler was still mad, but he didn't want to be mad at his father. He wanted to get to know this man. Not the one who just drank beer and talked about his roofing business.

“I wish I had told you sooner," Tyler whispered. “Told you everything sooner. You were just so gruff and tough, I figured you'd have the same reaction."

“We were both scared, but I'm your father and I should have—"

Tyler pinched his claws into his father's chest and the old man yipped. “Shut up, dad. I forgive you already. It's not your fault, it's my mom's."

“Yeah, fuck her."

“Seriously, fuck that bitch."

“Hey, don't curse like—"

“She's a freaking cunt! She nearly ruined both our lives!"

“Rrr, fine, you can call her that, just so long as you don't call other women that."

Tyler laughed and looked up his dad's shoulder to his face. Harley turned his head and they held each other's gaze. “I feel like I'm seeing you for the first time, dad."

“Me, too, Ty," Harley licked his lips. He leaned closer. Tyler sucked in a breath when his dad kissed him. A brief brush of lips, then pulling softly away. The younger yeen's chest fluttered. Harley's eyes went wide—the same silver-blue eyes Tyler had. He jerked back, sputtering, “I'm sorry—I just, I didn't mean—"

“Dad wait," Tyler grabbed his dad's cheek and pulled his muzzle close, “Why did you do that?" His heart thumped hard in his chest. His body was still pressed up to his father's, and aside from the slight smell of alcohol on his dad's breath, all he smelled was his father's deep, sweaty musk.

“I… I don't know," Harley said, ears pinning backwards. “I got caught up in how handsome you were, and I wanted to show just how much you meant to me, and—"

Tyler kissed him this time. The son kept a paw wrapped around his dad's head to keep him there. The younger's male's tongue pushed into his father's mouth. They traded the taste of cold beer and their spit, fangs knocking together. Tyler tilted his head to shove more tongue in his father's muzzle. The old man whimpered and seemed to melt into the kiss. The son's free paw reached into his dad's shirt to cup his hefty pec. He groped it, teasing the dark nipple in that light brown fur and getting his dad to moan.

Tyler broke the kiss, his cock already throbbing in his sheath. Incest be damned—his dad was hot and he was going to fuck the old man. He got off the couch, both male's panting. Tyler pulled off his shirt, now dewy with his own sweat, and smirked when he saw his dad's eyes rove across his body. He had that triangular torso, nice and fit muscles, good arms and legs. Tyler hooked a thumb in the waistband of his jeans and asked, “You think I'm sexy, dad?"

Still taken aback, Harley just nodded.

“I've never fucked an older guy before. You going to help me with that?"

Another nod.

Tyler snapped off the button his jeans, unzipped and pulled them down to his thighs. His sheath was plump and throbbed with life. A sharper, bitter musk began to mingle in the air. He had to pull his balls out from his jeans for the large testes to be seen and breathe. The dark scrotum glistened with sweat. Harley just stared and stared at the virile orbs.

Tyler stepped to the edge of the couch and Harley leaned in. The old man did not even need to be told. He nuzzled right into Tyler's sack and took a deep breath. Another moan made the son laugh. “You're a real slut, aren't you, dad?"

The old man licked up the ballsack. The taste of musk and salty sweat made Harley shudder. It still had that sharpness of a young stud who needed to empty his balls constantly. Harley could not believe he did this, but his son was so hot. This was so hot. The older man's cock already spilled from his sheath, throbbed against the fabric of his gym shorts and left a clear wet spot. His son was going to fuck him. That thought made his ass clench with need.

Tyler scratched behind Harley's ears. His dad kissed his balls and sucked on one large nut, whining submissively before he lapped all across one side of Tyler's balls. “Does daddy like the taste of his son's nuts?"

Harley moaned. “Yes."

“You're such a freak," Tyler said, and that made Harley lick faster. “If I knew you were some subby slut I would have come and taken your ass sooner." The younger hyena pulled his dad's muzzle up to his sheath. A leaking, red spade had just poked out from it. Harley kissed it and wrapped his lips around the tube of flesh. He forced his tongue inside his son's sheath. It was full of the potent, bitter flavor of his son's cock built up over time. Tyler moaned and humped into his father's mouth. “F-fuck, no one's stuck their tongue there," he huffed. Harley loved the taste of his son, and swirled his tongue around even as the strong flavor made his eyes water. The younger hyena's cock continued to grow in his father's mouth until it was too engorged for Harley to push his tongue in the boy's sheath anymore. He released it and sucked on the red shaft, the musky taste of his boy making him moan. Tyler grabbed his head and started humping into his dad. The spade tip began to punch into Harley's throat, and his son still grew in size.

“Goddamn, dad, you really know how to suck cock," Tyler growled. He ploughed that wet maw in long, slow strokes. He felt the last few inches of his endowment slide in and out his father's muzzle. The old man took it like a champ. His nose ground into Tyler's pubes on each thrust. Tongue pushed up and down the underside of his shaft. Drool slobbered out Harley's maw and across his son's balls, which slapped his chin with their pendulous weight. Tyler felt those nuts getting tense. He'd not had a proper fuck in a while, and something about doing this to his old man was so hot. In a matter of minutes his dad had been reduced to a gargling cocksleeve. Fuck it felt good.

Harley's head had gone a little numb. He loved getting his facefucked. Something about being used just left him hot and buzzing with pleasure. When it was a young stud using him even better. When it was his son, the taboo made him burn with need. He'd be begging Tyler to fuck him before the end of the night. The old man's girthy cock had pushed down the leg of his gym shorts. A bulb swelled at the base of Tyler's cock and knocked against Harley's lips. The knot was too big to fit in his mouth, which just made the older yeen need it under his tail. He did not complain or try to stop his son, though. Even as his throat stung from getting fucked raw. That spade tip bulged in his neck and twitched.

“I'm gonna cum, dad," Tyler snarled. His teeth barred, he lifted up on his toes and humped into his father's mouth. “Swallow it, slut. Swallow your son's cum." Release flooded his hips, that orgasmic tension snapped and his cock jerked. Hot rushes of cum spilled into his father's throat. The old man moaned happily, his body numb and slack. Dick still twitching, Tyler pulled out to his dad's mouth. His daddy suckled like a happy babe. Young, virile spunk filled the father up and made him shudder. It drooled from his fucked-stupid face, as the older hyena eventually remembered to swallow his son's load. He felt it, hot and thick, sliding down his gullet.

Tyler pulled out and shoved Harley back into the couch. Son sat on father's lap, tugging off his daddy's shirt. That young maw pressed up to Harley's and filled it with tongue. Tyler's tail twitched as he tasted his seed on his slut-dad's tongue. He lapped hungrily at the taste in his father's mouth. His red cock, all ten inches, rubbed against his father's round, soft belly. He groped both the older yeen's tits and twisted the dark nipples in his paws. Harley moaned into the kiss. He hugged his son close, back arching into those rough, groping paws. His pecs had always been so sensitive. It just made the older male feel hotter, subbier. He needed to be fucked. Needed his son to fuck him.

Tyler sensed it and pushed his father onto his back. The broad-shouldered male barely fit on the couch that way. His son grabbed his gym shorts and tugged them off, laughing when he saw his dad's cock. It was a good size: eight inches, throbbing red and thick like the rest of his father. Tyler squeezed it with a paw and the old man whined. “Am I bigger than you, dad?"

His dad whimpered, “Y-yes."

“That gets you off, doesn't it?"

“Fuck yes."

“You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

“Son please! Please fuck me," Harley whined.

“My daddy is such a fucking slut," Tyler growled. He knelt behind his father and nuzzled into the older man's sweaty taint. A heady, earthy musk made Tyler moan. He grabbed fistfuls of his father's ass and buried his muzzle lower. Tyler kissed the old man's sweaty rim. Salty and earthy when his tongue dragged across it. The tender bud of flesh fluttered a little, and the boy got to licking eagerly. He lapped up and down his father's entrance, pressing hard against it. The hole was swollen from regular use. His dad—a slutty bottom all this time.

It was a good thing his son could be a stud for him, then.

The musky entrance began to yield a little. Tyler opened his maw and pressed teeth into his father's flesh to get as much tongue against that asshole as possible. The rim opened, and tight, slick walls clenched down on their son. Harley moaned. His rear needed to be filled so badly. He groped one of his tits with a paw, biting down on his lip while tongue wriggled in and out him. His entrance was growing sloppy with his son's drool, the lewd kiss just getting more and more forceful—till Harley felt several inches of tongue squirming inside him.

He was a whimpering mess when Tyler finally released him. The young man's cock dripped with arousal already.

“Spread yourself for me, daddy," Tyler said.

Harley obediently pulled up his legs and reached down to grab his fat ass. He spread it for his son and exposed his dripping, throbbing entrance. The dark bud had plumped up from the stimulation. Tyler smirked and touched the tip of his dick to it.

“You don't need any lube do you?" the younger yeen asked.

“No?"

“Or a condom?"

“I want your knot, son. Want you to tie."

“Want me to knock you up," Tyler growled.

“Yes, fuck, please stud. You're so hot, Ty."

“Good daddy," the son said before pushing in. His spade tip wedged inside that tight, soft heat. His drool and precum made the entry smooth. He sighed. His dad's ass clenched tight a moment, a fluttering embrace while the old man groaned. Grunting, Tyler forced a few more inches inside. He leaned forward and placed a paw on the armrest of the couch. His other went back to his dad's chest. He squeezed the old man's pecs hard enough to make him grimace. Tyler used that moment to hump more cock inside him. Harley yowled. A subby, slutty noise of pain and pleasure. Tyler fangs slashed in a haughty smirk. He had his father wrapped around his finger. The old man panted, looking up at his son with ears pinned back. He was little more than prey for the younger hyena.

With a grunt, Tyler rolled his hips and his knot bumped against his father's entrance. That sweet fullness left Harley numb and needy. Fuck his son was so big. So hot. Tyler extended his claws into Harley's tits and that rake of pain and roughness made him moan. He clamped down and felt the meaty intruder inside him throb, its tip twitching. Precum spilled inside him.

Tyler growled, “You're hot and tight, daddy." He began to pull slowly out. Harley felt his rim get dragged backwards with the red flesh of that shaft. “I'll loosen daddy up, don't worry," Tyler said. He slammed forward. A spike of pleasure erupted through Harley. Dick pounded his prostate. He felt it through his cock and hips and balls. All of him went tight with pleasure and heat. The old man moaned. The bulb bounced against Harley's lewd asshole, back up then slamming back down. Tyler worked into a an easy rhythm. He fucked so hard that Harley pushed down into the couch and bounced up into his son. His body rocked forward and back. The old man couldn't help being loud.

Tyler loved deep dicking his father. Those slick and warm insides yielded with a buttery smoothness. He leaked enough precum on each stroke that the watery fluid began to leak out that abused entrance. It stuck to Tyler's sweaty balls. He sighed and tilted his head back and took a deep scent of the musky air: full of male rut and need. His dad was a squealing bitch beneath him. Tyler's hips practically bounced off his father's fat ass. He stirred up that hole till it was a sloppy mess. His vent more a cunt than an asshole. It sucked and milked Tyler's dick. All while the young stud's bulb began caving in that entrance.

Harley felt it, too. The burning stretch of his son's knot. It must have been the size of Harley's fist, but he needed it so bad. His asshole became more pliable by the moment. Each thrust inward made Harley just a little dumber, a little more desperate. He wanted his son over every night. Would beg the boy to stay so he could be his son's pet. Harley loved it. The taboo-ness of it. Let his son knock him up. The thought of being fat and pregnant with the boy's litter made Harley scream and moan. His fat balls clenched. He never even noticed his orgasm coming till it hit.

Tyler laughed and grabbed his dad's cock. “That's it daddy!" he shouted. “Cum for me!" He pumped that fat fuckstick. Seed spilled from the spade tip, urethra yawning wide. Ropes of cum sprayed across the old man's belly and chest, while he whined and squirmed as Tyler kept fucking him. The son had slowed his strokes to focus on jerking off his dad. The old man yowled and moaned, his knot throbbing beneath Tyler's paw. The son felt every shot of his daddy's seed. Till it was weak and drooling, and Harley was babbling, “Please, hah, please, son, tie me please…"

Tyler growled and increased his pace. His dad had been clenched and tight through his orgasm, but now the old man was sloppy and loose again. Relaxed in the afterglow. It only took a few, frantic humps to pop his knot inside.

“Fuck!" Harley shouted, pain and pleasure mixing as his entrance gaped around that bulb.

Tyler had not finished. He whined as tight heat enveloped the length of his cock. His eyes screwed up in concentration while he kept humping into his dad. His knot tugged against that entrance and Harley clenched down best he could around the massive cock inside him.

“Come on, son," Harley panted, “B-breed, hah, your daddy."

“F-fuck dad, I'm…" the younger yeen whined. The tension in his nuts escalated to a breaking point.

“Yes son, fuck, please."

Tyler snarled and leaned into his father neck. He bit into scruffy flesh while his cock flexed inside that tight tunnel. His balls clenched and the younger yeen shuddered before he started dumping his cum inside his father. Knotting someone always felt a little overwhelming. Tyler whimpered into his father's throat, bottom half twitching as he came.

Harley felt hot seed rush inside him. His son's virile, thick load bred the father desperate as it would a bitch in heat. Waves of Tyler's sperm-rich cum filled him. Harley stroked down his son's tense back. He clenched and milked that throbbing shaft as he whispered, “That's it, son, knock your daddy up."

“Dad… god, I love you, dad," Tyler whispered. It was the first time in years Tyler had said it.

Harley shuddered. “Don't get soft on me son, you're supposed to be a stud, remember?"

Tyler looked up and said, “Fuck that," and kissed his father. His balls still clenched and flexed as they poured seed inside the older hyena. Harley already felt full, but knew his son, young and hung as he was, would be breeding his daddy for several minutes more.

Tyler broke the kiss. “Mmm, I could get used to this, dad."

“I could get addicted to it." Harley hugged his son tight. “And son?"

“Yeah?"

“I love you, too."