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Max fidgeted where he was sitting on his chair. He tried to focus on the study guide he had in front of him, but organic chemistry couldn't hold his attention this morning. The Bengal tiger sighed, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms above his head. He stared at his laptop for a minute, then let out a frustrated sigh and closed the lid.

“Not feeling it today, huh?" asked Ian. The grey wolf who was his roommate wasn't

even pretending to do work. He lounged on the bottom bunk of their stacked beds, wearing a tanktop and sweatpants. Though he spoke to Max, the wolf's attention was focused on whatever game he was playing.

Max sighed again. “Nope. I know I need to get this unit on alkanes into my head before our first midterm on Wednesday, but I'm just thinking about meeting your dad, honestly."

Ian rolled his eyes, although he still didn't look over. “I told you, he'll like you. And you'll like him." The wolf glanced at the tiger. “Frankly, I'm worried you'll like him too much, and think I'm lame or something." Max snorted. He looked over - well, leered at - the grey wolf, seeing hints of whiter fur on his chest peek out from beneath the tank top. And at the bulge in his sweatpants.

“I don't think you've got much competition in what you can offer, Ian."

Ian adjusted his junk. “Yeah, well, you've never showered with my dad."

Max's ears perked up. “Is that a possibility?"

Ian burst out laughing. The wolf paused his game and set down his controller so he could face his roommate. “It's a good thing we're not exactly in a strict monogamous relationship. Frankly, if you can get my dad into a shower to ogle, I'll just be impressed."

Max considered for a few moments. It was true the two of them were something more than roommates, and less than a committed couple. And he did like them like Ian… “I've heard you talk about him streaking nude in the winter and stuff, but does he swing all the way over?"

Ian had stopped laughing, and now his face grew more considering. “You're seriously thinking about my dad?"

Max blushed a little. “Well, I've never met him so it's all theoretical -"

“But now you kind of want to try."

The tiger shrugged. “You put the idea in my head. And you didn't shoot it down immediately. Not like it's taboo for me. 'Variety is the spice of life' and all that. Besides, it's family weekend, not skinny dip night. In what scenario would your father even think about a college guy, let alone his son's roommate, and after all that, be willing to get naked in front of me?"

Ian shrugged. “You mentioned the stories about him streaking. He's not a very prudish person. He walks around our house naked most weekends, and he's never made a secret about who he brings over after he split from Mom." The wolf looked side-eyed at Max. “Men and women… and at least one tiger." He looked back at the TV.

Max considered for a moment, then shrugged. He grabbed his phone and slid onto the bed next to Ian. “It's all academic anyway, seeing how I've never met him and my own dad will be there. I'll be a little busy."

“If only there were a way I could take care of your dad while you're working on mine." Max sat there for a moment, then slowly turned towards his roommate. The grey wolf was grinning like a fool. “Turnabout is fair play. What was it you said? 'Variety is the spice of life'."

Max shook his head. “My dad isn't shy, but he's not really an exhibitionist like what you say about your dad. And my parents have been married for decades."

“You told me about that swinger's brochure you found when you were younger. Sounds like they aren't strictly monogamous."

Max blinked several times. “What? When did I tell you that?"

“When you got drunk at the party at Jackson's house. Remember? We talked about not being strictly monogamous right before the party and you were using it to reinforce your argument about still having healthy relationships." Max sat back. The tiger remembered having an actual, sober conversation about sexual loyalty with the wolf, but definitely not telling him his parents had given him the idea.

Ian continued, saying “Course, I think you were just trying to justify it to yourself before you went upstairs and let Jackson fuck your brains out." Max did remember now. The moose he had met through soccer had been quite a lay. And more of the party came back to him.

“That was the one where you had that little fox on your lap, wasn't it?" Ian grinned, and Max watched his pants jump a little.

“Yeah. He didn't have an ass quite like yours, but it sure helped my jealousy after I saw that moose carry you off." Ian sighed at the memory.

“Well, regardless, that was a successful night. Open relationships with good communication and both partners satisf - hang on, we started this line of thought when you tried to talk about having sex with my dad! You've got me justifying it."

Ian nodded. “You're doing a great job with the argument, by the way. I'm much more comfortable with the idea of seducing your pops now that you've established I won't be a homewrecker." Max spluttered for a second, trying to think of a coherent response. The wolf glanced at him, before saying “I would like to gently remind you that I pretty much just laughed it off when you talked about ogling my dad in the shower. Fair's fair, right?"

Slowly, the Bengal tiger nodded. “Fair's fair. Now that I think about it, I would be very interested in watching you try. It's not something I think about with my dad, him having a life and desires like that. It'll be interesting." Max thought a moment longer, and added “And whatever I think about my parent's relationship, I guess it's his choice. Although I don't think I'll be telling my mom what happens."

“I think we can agree on that. Now, when is your dad supposed to get here?" Max grabbed at his phone to check when his dad had texted he was leaving for Orion. “Two and a half hour drive, left at 9:30, so he should be here around noon." He glanced at the time. “Call it half an hour."

“Great. My dad left like 10 minutes ago but he's closer, so he'll probably get here around noon too. Time for a shower?"

Max looked over himself. He hadn't gotten one this morning, and sitting around in a college guy's dorm wasn't the best for smell. “Definitely. And a quick clean in here too." The wolf nodded and stood up to shut his game off. “And no funny business in the shower, wolf. We've got plans now." Ian grinned and saluted his roommate.

“Yes sir. I'll save it for later."

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Ian trotted down the steps towards the dorm entry. The wolf had changed into jeans and a simple dark green t-shirt. Max was behind him in black jeans and a patterned gray shirt. His old man would've just laughed to see him in sweatpants and a tanktop, but he had needed to change after the shower, and he wanted to make a better impression on Max's dad Marcus. Ian had only known Max for a couple months in total, but they clicked - and Ian was pretty confident he wanted to keep seeing the tiger, whatever the rules of their relationship. Good first impressions with Marcus were a must, then. Not to mention other reasons for dressing a little better when he saw the older tiger.

The two roommates pushed open the doors to the small lobby of their building. According to texts, both of their dads were a few minutes away, and Ian and Max would have to let them into the dorm proper. The small room they shared also wasn't the best for first meetings.

Ian saw a couple other furs hanging around waiting, and several families standing around or coming in and out. He looked around for a seat, and saw a group of coyotes stand up from a couple of chairs and move towards the exit. Ian gestured to Max and the two walked over to sit down.

“More people than I expected here." Max observed. The tiger's tail idly twitched next to his leg as they waited. “With so many out of state students I figured there wouldn't be that many families."

“Well, there's a lot of alumni who send their kids here. Figure they're coming back for nostalgia too." Ian said.

Max nodded. “True. I think that's half the reason my dad made the drive." His phone buzzed where he'd left it on the armrest. “That'll be my dad. Let's go meet him at the door and free up the chairs. There's not enough for all four of us." Ian nodded and stood up. His own father didn't text too much, so he'd probably just walk in.

The two walked over, and as they were approaching another Bengal tiger walked through the entrance. Ian knew immediately it was Marcus. The tiger wasn't identical to Max or anything, but they had a similar physique, which Ian knew came from both of them being soccer players and Marcus working out with his son. Marcus was definitely a little thicker all over though, which Ian supposed was inevitable when you were close to 50.

The facial features were different. Marcus' ears were larger, his jaw a little squarer, and obviously their stripes were not the same pattern. As they got closer, Ian saw the tiger's eyes were a light grey, compared with Max's piercing blue. All in all, Ian liked what he saw. He'd contain himself and look at all the other parts of the daddy tiger later, he promised himself.

Max stepped forward into a hug from his father. The other tiger had also dressed simply, in khakis and a polo. The two held the embrace for a moment, before Marcus held his son out. “Two months doesn't make much of a difference, but you look good, Max! No freshman fifteen for you, unless it's in muscle." The older tiger approvingly gestured to Max's arms and chest.

Max grinned, and his tail swung high. “Finally broke out from the soccer physique and trained my upper body better. Ian helped with that." Smoothly gesturing over to the wolf to include him, Max turned slightly and invited him into their conversation. Marcus grinned and stepped forward too, but with just a pawshake. Ian realized, with some surprise, that he was jealous of Max's hug. Well that was fast, he thought to himself.

Marcus' pawshake was firm, even a little too firm, as Ian had expected. Although Ian was a little taller than Max, he thought Marcus had both Ian and his dad beat for height, just barely. And tigers tended to be a little thicker than wolves in general so he was definitely outmassed.

“Ian, nice to meet you! Max told me a lot about you, you know. I can't believe he was lucky enough to get another guy that matches his interests so well." The older tiger let go of his paw and stepped back, looking at both of them. “Seriously, you boys lucked out. My first roommate was a trombone player. Decent guy, but he wouldn't practice anywhere but our room, and he did it every day. Drove me nuts."

Marcus glanced around at all the other families. “Speaking of, want to head up to your dorm? I don't want to block the entrance, and it's a little crowded here."

Ian opened his mouth but Max beat him to it, saying “Just a minute. Ian's dad is supposed to be here soon, then we can all go up."

Marcus glanced over at Ian. “Your dad's coming to visit too? Any other family?"

Ian shook his head. “Not this year, at least. Mom's busy working and my siblings couldn't make the trip."

Marcus laughed and clapped Max's shoulder. “Siblings! Max here always complained he wanted a brother, but my wife and I barely managed him. He was a little rascal sometimes, let me tell you. I think now he's older, he realizes he might have got the better deal with nobody else to take attention."

Max shrugged off his dad's paw. “When was the last time I complained about being an only child, huh?"

“I've got a long memory, son. Besides, even though we love you, every time you complained wanting a sibling was a reminder for us to be doubly sure we didn't conceive again." The older tiger winked at Ian. Max looked up at his dad for a moment and just sighed.

Ian was saved from the awkward moment - and his own intrusive thoughts about Marcus' reproductive habits - when he saw the door open behind the two tigers and his own dad walk through. Ian stepped around and waved to his dad as he entered, who saw and headed towards their group. His dad was a little taller than Ian, a little shorter than Marcus, and probably the slimmest of them, although he kept his muscles in shape. The fifties had done the grey wolf no favors in losing weight either, but in jeans and yes, a tanktop, he cut a good figure regardless.

Ian blinked. He'd never thought about his father's figure before. At least, he'd never thought about how attractive he looked. He discarded the thoughts, though he did notice Max's eyes do a quick sweep up and down. “Hey dad," he said, stepping into a hug with his father. The older wolf was a comfort to Ian, one he was surprised to find out how much he'd missed him, even after only two months.

“Hey kiddo, looking good." He stepped back and smiled at Ian, before looking over his shoulder at the two tigers. “Nice to meet you both, too."

Ian turned and gestured, saying “Dad, this is my roommate Max, and his dad Marcus. Guys, this is my dad Alec." First Max, then Marcus stepped forward to shake Alec's paw, saying how nice it was to meet him. Ian noticed Max's smile, but he noticed the tiger's greedy eyes too. The wolf thought his roommate was well and truly attracted.

“We were just about to head up to the dorm room, dad. Not a lot of space down here with all the families." Ian told his father.

“Sounds like a plan. I've been waiting to see how small those shoebox dorms feel now that I'm back after thirty years." Alec said, rubbing his paws together.

Marcus looked over his shoulder and dropped back level with Alec. “You an alum too? What year?"

“Class of '89. Mechanical engineer, leading the way for junior, here." The older wolf gestured grinning at his son.

Marcus grinned and held up a paw with a glinting blue and gold class ring. “'92 for me. Biomedical engineering. You'd have been mostly on the north campus then, when we were here together."

“Probably. Not to mention you'd never have caught me dead with freshmen. Unless you were spying on my bed, at least." The two older furs laughed and joked a bit more as Max swiped his card and led the group out of the lobby into the dorm hallways. Ian was a little relieved to see the two fathers get along. Much like his own anxiety about meshing with his roommate, the wolf had worried his father might not have wanted to spend time with Marcus. And since he and Max were seeing each other, the two dads could expect to be hanging out more than random roommate's parents.

Ian unlocked their door and ushered in the dads and his roommate. It was sparse, but they didn't have anywhere else to sit. Alec walked around a little, joking about the textbook lying on Ian's desk being the same he'd had to work off of thirty years ago. Marcus took the seat at Max's desk, and Alec took Ian's, leaving the two of them to sit on the lower bunk, which was Ian's.

The wolf noticed both dads had their heads tilted slightly back, nostrils flaring. Their faces were… confused? Since he was looking at Marcus, he saw the tiger make eye contact with his father, and both dads smirked in some silent understanding. Before he could say anything Marcus was asking who slept where.

“I've got the top bunk. Since I had already asked for my bed to be lofted we figured this way we could save some space and put the tv on the other wall." Max answered.

“I'm surprised you guys were cool with that. It never would have flown with my roommates." Alec said, chuckling.

“Why not?" Ian asked. “Fart too much or something?"

“Shook the bed too much, if you know what I mean."

Ian looked over a little nervously at Marcus, seeing if his dad's crass behavior offended. But the tiger was smirking, and noticed Ian's look.

“Alec, I think your son is worried I'm going to faint at the mention of something dirty." Marcus made a mock scowl at his own son. “Max, did you go around implying I'm some sort of old prude?"

Max shrugged and looked between Alec and his father. “I mean, Ian told me his dad liked to go streaking around campus, and I've never heard any stories like that from you." Alec gave his son some side eye, but just shrugged.

Marcus threw up his arms in defeat. “If I'd've known I just had to get naked in front of strangers sometime in college to be a cool dad, I could have done it decades ago." Ian felt his sheath twitch at the mention of the sexy tiger getting nude.

“The best time to sled naked down Pike Hill was thirty years ago. The second best time is now." Alec said solemnly. The older tiger laughed.

“You might be right, but it'll be a bit difficult without snow. Besides, when I was a student they'd have slapped me on the wrist. Now I'd probably be put on a sex offender list or something."

“Not to mention there were no smartphones back when I did it to record me." Alec added.

“Good point. Well, I'll figure out when I can safely strip in front of strangers to make my son proud later." Ian had to hike one of his legs up onto the bed to cover his increasingly obvious show of arousal at the lewd discussion. Maybe he had a better chance here than he thought.

Max, sitting next to him, had clearly noticed, although the older furs showed no sign of awareness. The young Bengal smirked at Ian, then joked with his dad, saying “What, no strip tease for us here? You barely know Ian or Alec, so I figure they count as strangers." Ian glared at Max.

Alec laughed, and Marcus rolled his eyes at his son's prevarication. “I only do teases for appreciative audiences, wise-guy. And in a room with my own son, his roommate, and his roommate's dad, I doubt I'd get anything more than a tomato thrown at me."

Ian could feel his cheeks heating up, and was sure the blush showed through his fur. His dad chuckled again and said “Hey man, I appreciate effort from anybody. But it's a little… stuffy up here anyway. What do you say we go check out Pike Hill, actually? See the rest of campus? I'm curious how different it is nowadays."

Marcus stood up, stretching. Ian couldn't keep his eyes off the slim view of midriff he got when the tiger's shirt rode up. Max elbowed him. Marcus said “Max, did you have any other ideas? I'd be glad to get out of here too. If these wolves don't mind we could tag along."

“The more the merrier, right?" Alec said, glancing at his son.

Max nodded and stood up, but asked “Are you sure you want to go right out dad? I'd thought you wanted a longer break after your drive."

“Sitting around is the last thing I want to do after sitting in a car for two and a half hours. Besides, it is a little… stuffy in here. Next time I visit I'll make sure to request a deep clean from you boys so it's safe to sit in here."

Max frowned, and Ian looked around too. “Stuffy? I could open the window, I guess. And we tidied up before you came."

Alec met Marcus' eyes and shook his head a bit. “It's clean enough for college guys, but a little more cleaning wouldn't be out of place."

Ian looked at Max, confused. He thought they'd done an alright job, considering the size of their little room. “What specifically, dad?" His father hesitated. Ian found that funny. “Come on dad, you've always been on my ass to clean my room. Tell me what's so bad." Marcus gave an awkward cough to the side. “I mean, what if one of us wanted to bring someone over and they just left cause we hadn't cleaned properly? You gotta help a guy out."

At this, Marcus' fake cough turned into a choked laughter, and Alec's own face broke into a grin. His eyes flicked back and forth between Ian and Max. The wolf looked at his roommate, who was still as clueless as him. Marcus started to laugh harder at their expressions, and Alec chuckled too. Max stepped forward and thumped his dad on the back. “Alright dad, you clearly see something wrong with the room too. What is it that's got you cracking up?" The older tiger shook his head, struggling to get his breath back.

Finally, he straightened up, took a deep breath, and took a couple steps towards Alec. “Maybe we better start over with introductions, Alec. I think we'll be seeing each other more often than typical roommate parents."

The older wolf smirked and shook paws. He glanced at the two college students. “Let's head out, and we can explain while we walk." He turned and headed out the door, Marcus following.

Ian caught up to his dad halfway down the hall as Max locked the door. “So what's so funny, you two?" Marcus gestured to Alec to let him explain, Max catching up.

Alec grinned at both of them. “When you clean your room, you really need to wash your sheets. Like, regularly. Your room wasn't messy, it smelled."

Ian deflated a little. Alec went on, saying “I think it's fair to say Marcus and I smelled one thing in particular, which is why your question was so funny Ian. It smelled like you already had somebody over."

“Or several somebody's. Or one somebody several times. Or one, really really special somebody once." Marcus added.

Ian nodded, seeing the problem now, and prepared for the inevitable. “It smelled like sex."

Alec smirked at him as they exited the dorm building and started walking outside. “To Marcus' point, it smelled like a lot of sex. Good for you kiddo. Or maybe you," he said, looking at Max. “Of course, if both of you couldn't smell it, and neither of you have brought anyone over yet as you implied, your options for a partner are a little limited."

Ian understood. Their dads had literally smelled all the times he and Max had fucked. Of course they had. They were hunters, and he and the tiger were not exactly subtle lovers. So now they knew they were fucking.

Marcus looked over at his son, and gestured towards Ian. “So, is there somebody you want to introduce me to properly?"

Max stared at his dad for a moment, then rolled his eyes. “Well Mr. Holmes, you've got it all figured out, and you both just laid out clearly that you smelled us fucking. I think we're past the introduction phase."

“He's got a point." Alec said from the front of their group.

Marcus shrugged. “I guess that's fair. It was pretty funny to see your faces though."

Alec laughed and draped his arm over his son's shoulders. “You guys were clueless. It was cute." He looked around at everybody. “Look at us. Guys bonding. Maybe the start of a new family!" He looked at Max and Ian. “Oh relax, boys. I can't speak for Marcus here, but you and me are in a new phase, Ian. I want to be your friend and not just your dad. No topic off limits, no jokes taken too seriously." Marcus nodded emphatically.

Ian and Max were both blushing heavily now. Marcus added “See now, I'm very glad I didn't strip down in the room. As if my own son wasn't bad enough, my son's boyfriend watching? Definitely not conducive to a proper atmosphere."

Ian blanched, his face now matching his light grey fur. Before he could say anything though, his own dad interjected, saying “I don't know Marcus, you're clearly his type, if he likes Bengal tigers. Maybe I should be watching out for Max, too." Ian traded one incredulous glance with Max. He knew his dad was a smart-ass who said pretty much whatever he wanted, but that was more than he had expected.

Ian did feel a smile breaking across his muzzle though. “No jokes taken too seriously huh? I'll try to remember that."

They were silent for a while as the group navigated through the crowded lobby and outside. Both dads turned right, leading the way towards Pike Hill. As they walked, Marcus stretched again, taking some exaggerated long strides to stretch his legs. He turned his head towards Alec and said “How long's your drive here? Max told me you're a little closer than I am."

Alec nodded. “Forty minutes, tops. Closer to thirty if I don't get stuck behind some old lady on a single lane road. How about you?"

Marcus groaned and shook out one of his legs. “Two and a half hours." He looked over his shoulder at Max. “I sure hope sacrificing my time as a display of parental love is appreciated.

Max walked on, rolling his eyes. “Dad, you came down here because you wanted to see campus again, and live out your glory days one more time."

Marcus turned forwards again, grumbling under his breath. Ian heard him stage whisper to his own dad “Damn kids are too smart for their own good. Are we sure we want them college educated?"

Alec chuckled and 'whispered' back “I'm damn sure I wanted him out of the house!"

“Hey!" Ian said. Both fathers laughed.

Alec spun around and walked backwards once they were past a crosswalk. “You have to admit it's nice being on your own, right? Not that we were at each other's throats, but it was definitely time for you to get your own space separate from me."

Ian shrugged. “Sure is. But aren't you supposed to be a mopey empty nester now? Or did you dive right into your own freedom and start having orgies every night?"

His dad winked at him. “I save those for special occasions." He turned back forward as they came to the Pike Road, right before the hill. As they all stopped at the curb waiting for the light to change, he said to Marcus “Ian told me you're married, right? Wife couldn't make it this weekend?"

“Nah, she has to cover shifts for a coworker who broke their collarbone. Dirtbiking, I think."

“And no other kids?"

“No thank you. I was telling these guys earlier that Max was plenty for us."

“You know, I never thought much of biomed, but maybe you guys are smarter than I gave you credit for. My dumb ass went and had three kids." And a divorce to top it off."

Marcus glanced over. “Messy separation?"

Alec shrugged. “It wasn't particularly pretty at the time, but in retrospect, we got out of it alright I think. We still see all the kids, split up holidays, all that jazz. Ian's mom was actually gonna come out this weekend too, but she decided to let us have a guy's weekend since I'm the alum."

“Thoughtful of her." Marcus looked back at Ian and Max. “You boys can take the opportunity to wash the cum smell out of your room before your mother's visit, yeah?"

“Daaad! Do you have to keep bringing that up?"

Marcus chuckled, flapping a paw at his son. “Sorry buddy, being back on campus brings out the unfiltered guy in me. I would've never let a friend live it down if I'd figured out a relationship like that."

To the side, Alec nodded. “He's got a point. But maybe you can cut 'em some slack Marcus. Surely you remember what it was like, first time with your own room and being young, dumb, and horny all the time."

“Remember? The only thing that's changed about that is that I'm old now." Marcus laughed. “And a wife, of course, but what happens on campus…"

Ian looked over at Max, waggling his eyebrows. Max was giving his father a considering look, but when he noticed his roommate's expression he just rolled his eyes.

The group of guys finally walked around a bend to see Pike Hill in front of them. All over the gently sloping grass families were wandering or sitting down in the weak sunlight. Kids and a few adults were rolling themselves down the hill, the little ones popping back to their feet whenever they slowed and sprinting back up. The adults trailed behind, trying to match that youthful energy.

Ian glanced at his dad and saw his face transformed by a broad smile, and maybe a little sadness. Remembering his own times here, no doubt. The wolf looked over at Marcus and saw something similar on the tiger's expression. Ian finally smiled himself and bumped shoulders with Max standing next to him. Max grinned back, then stepped past their dads. “If we head over the hill we can hit the student union, then work our way back through the engineering section."

Alec and Marcus exchanged looks and shrugged. “Lead on, Max" Alec said.

The four of them wandered around campus for an hour or so, chatting together companionably. Alec seemed to have a story for every place they walked on campus. He pointed out spots where he'd studied, spots where he'd played pranks on friends, secluded alcoves where he'd kissed people - there were a lot of those, more than Ian could have imagined even knowing his father to be a bit promiscuous - an uneven paving stone where he'd tripped and spilled coffee on some girl, the recital was endless.

Marcus was quieter at first, mostly breaking in to agree with Alec about a good study spot, or more rarely, kissing spot, or else to point out where a building had been knocked down and replaced. But as the older wolf's litany of lustful encounters continued the tiger's face grew determined. As they passed the language arts building, Marcus spoke up, pointing to the short tower that jutted from the top of the structure, incongruous in the landscape of boxy brick buildings. “See that tower up there? Kisses in college are a dime a dozen, but I popped two cherries looking out those windows."

Alec whistled appreciatively, and Ian nodded his head too. He was surprised when Marcus looked directly at him and gave him a wink, but he didn't blush anymore. The four of them were past that. Beside him, Max looked at his dad with a blank expression for a couple seconds, then said “Was one of them mom?"

Marcus' grin vanished, and Alec coughed and turned his head away. Ian just watched, curious. Then Marcus shrugged and his smile came back. “Guess we're breaking down some barriers today, but fair's fair after I talked about your sex life with your boyfriend, huh?" Max did blush at that, just a faint rosy tint through his white fur. “To answer your question, no." Marcus let that hang for a couple seconds, then continued, sounding conspiratorial. “First time I had sex with your mom was in my dorm room, junior year, all proper like a good couple. But I promise you, the way she handled me, she was no virgin by that point."

Marcus looked over at Alec and Ian. “Hope I'm not giving you boys too much you don't want to hear. I figured after hearing about Alec's escapades for half an hour I was in safe territory."

Alec waved a paw. “Like you said, college brings out the worst in us." He turned and grinned evilly at Ian. “If you'd like, I could tell the story of when I conceived junior here." Ian's eyes went wide. Before the wolf could do anything but splutter though, Max interrupted them.

“Hang on dad, you and mom always said you started dating your last semester here, not junior year."

Marcus shrugged. “Yeah well, you didn't ask when we started dating, you asked when we had sex first. And that was junior year."

“Oh."

The older tiger laughed, and Alec quickly joined in. Max gave a chuckle at last, and Ian smiled at the three of them. The group continued on, and as they were heading back, Ian noticed they were on a familiar path. He looked around and saw a very particular bush coming up on their left. Ian thought about what he was going to do, but if he and Max actually wanted to have sex with each other's dad, he was going to have to be bold. The four of them were just walking back to the dorm at this point, so Ian broke the silence, nudging Marcus daringly and pointing at the bush.

“Sex behind closed doors isn't bad Marcus, but who hasn't done it? I fucked Max in that bush over there right around dinnertime, when half the school was walking by. Bet you haven't done anything like that."

Ian was sweating, nervous, but also exhilarated. Had he really just said that? In front of his own father? In front of his boyfriend's father? He was pretty sure he'd crossed a line, but if the two older furs wanted them to relax around them, were willing to joke about them having sex in their room, well then. This was the test. Behind him, Ian heard Max make a sound, like a little whimper. Ian kept his eyes on Marcus'.

The Bengal tiger's eyes widened, and his gaze flicked to the bush, then quickly to his own son, then lightning fast to Alec before coming back to rest on Ian. For a heartbeat, Ian was certain Marcus was about to freak out on him. Then he chuckled. Ian blinked. At that, Marcus' chuckled became a chortle, then a laugh, then a full bellied riot. The older tiger bent over, clutching his stomach as he laughed. Ian stepped back a bit.

Marcus finally straightened, getting his breath back. He wiped a tear from his eye, dampening the white fur on his muzzle. “Are you trying to one-up me, Ian? Well, I've never fucked someone in that bush, but I'll wager I've done some stuff that would curl your fur." He eyed the young grey wolf more closely. “Or maybe you'd just ask for an invitation."

Ian finally looked over at his dad. The older grey wolf just raised an eyebrow. Ian shrugged. “Couldn't let you guys have all the good stories. You'll think you're cooler than us." Alec smirked. Then he looked over Ian's shoulder at Max.

“You look a little gray back there Max. How about you get back at Ian and tell me the most embarrassing place you've fucked him?" Ian grimaced, but he turned to look at his roommate. Marcus also stood waiting expectantly. Max's eyes were wide at the question, but as he looked at Ian his expression firmed and he gave a small grin.

“That would probably be when he got so horny he had me bend him over a bench in the locker room after he thought everyone else was gone." Max turned away from Ian to look at the wolf's father. “Your son's a bit of a howler, and when he went off, it turns out no less than three people were still around in the gym, and they came running to see what had happened, and well…"

Ian did blush at that. He'd taken his time and walked through the complex before seducing Max, but he'd missed the small trainer's room, where some guys had been using the whirlpool for some strained muscles. They'd still made good time running to see what had caused his yowling, and he could still hear their laughter when they'd caught him face down, ass up with the Bengal tiger behind him.

Ian forced himself to look at his dad, but the older wolf just wore a smug look as his eyes darted between Max and Ian. He nodded to himself, then looked at Marcus. “There now, we've all gotten our dirty stories out there. Although I'm sure everyone has more." Marcus grinned back and nodded. “But enough standing around and talking. What's next on the agenda? It's too early for dinner, and I don't really fancy cramming all of us into that dorm room, cum smell notwithstanding."

Ian just rolled his eyes at the repeated reminder. Max looked thoughtful, glancing at all three of them, before he spoke up and said “Well, what about the gym? Ian and I haven't gotten our workout in for the day yet."

Marcus shook his head. “I only brought a couple changes of clothes, son. If I get all sweaty trying to outdo you youngins I don't have anything to swap into."

Alec nodded in agreement. “Same here buddy. But I'll make sure to bring some next time. I'd like to see the routine you two have going. Ian's certainly put on some muscle."

Ian preened at his father's praise, but Marcus shook his head doggedly. “Well, what about a swim, then? No sweat to speak of."

Marcus raised his paws in exasperation. “Same problem kiddo. I thought you were getting overeducated."

Max grinned at the bigger tiger. “Ah, but I can lend you a swimsuit. And Ian should have a spare one for you Alec. We could do the same with gym clothes, but those are probably a little harder to fit, and we don't have a ton of spares at the end of the week right now anyway." Alec stroked his chin thoughtfully, and Marcus looked considering. “Come on, swap into the suit, do some laps, dry off and change back. No problem."

Alec looked over at Marcus, and the Bengal tiger only hesitated a moment longer before nodding. “I could do with some stretching out. Swimming's better cardio for me now anyhow, with my knees the way they are."

“I hear you. Old before our time." Alec agreed sagely.

Ian snorted and pushed between the two dads, leading the way back to their dorm. “I think you're both old at just the right time, actually," he tossed over his shoulder. He heard muttering from the dads as they started walking too.

“It'll be your turn before you know it kiddo," Marcus threatened.

“You'd better hope you've still got bodies like ours when you're old son." Alec added.

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Max quickly walked around his dad and sped up slightly to catch up to his roommate. As he got close he lowered his voice and whispered to Ian, “Speedos only, wolfy."

The grey wolf glanced at him, then flicked a look behind at their dads. “What? I've got plenty of suits."

Max made a subtle shushing gesture with his paws. “Keep quiet. Pretend all you have is speedos." Ian looked questioningly at him, and Max groaned inwardly. “Come on man. We're halfway there with them. If we all wear speedos, and only speedos, I bet I'll have your dad in the palm of my paw before dinner."

His roommates grin slowly widened, revealing his teeth. “And papa Marcus is all mine, right?"

Max shrugged. “If you can handle him."

Ian looked straight forward, and nodded slowly. “I can do that. Hey, let's suggest the sauna after we finish swimming. Should be practically empty with family weekend going on."

“Now you're thinking."

The walk back to the dorm was uneventful, which Max was almost sad about. Despite Alec saying they'd all gotten their stories out, the older wolf's had mostly just been stealing kisses in nooks and crannies on campus. He wanted to hear something a little raunchier from the wolf. Actually, he wanted to be the subject of one of those stories. But all good things to those who wait. His plan to get their dads in skimpy swimwear was underway.

Their little group entered the building and climbed up to Max and Ian's room, Ian swiping them in. Max went straight to his closet and the dresser tucked into the back, opening the drawer where he had his suits. As he did so, he really tried to smell what Alec and his dad had been laughing about. He thought he caught a hint, but really, he lived here every day. And he was pretty used to his and Ian's scents now. Oh well. If things went to his and Ian's plan - or half formed wish really - there'd be some newer scents soon.

He rummaged through his clothes, quickly pushing his two swimsuit trunks back and into a corner of the drawer. Instead, he pulled out a pair of speedos. Just simple black pouches with waist straps and some fabric in the back, really. He turned triumphantly, and tossed one to his dad. The big tiger caught it, and lifted it to examine.

“You're joking, kiddo," his dad said flatly. On the other side of the room, Ian emerged from his closet and tossed a similar speedo to Alec, this one a bright blue. “What, both of you only have speedos? Where are your trunks? I helped you pack, Max."

The young tiger waved a dismissive paw. “We really only swim laps, dad. Speedos are way better for drag in that case. I've got one pair of trunks left, but it's dirty from a dip in Jessanine Pond. Ripped the other pair when I snagged it on a locker just after starting here."

Marcus frowned at him, then at the swimwear in his paw. Alec likewise looked a little dubious. “Listen Ian, I'm not exactly a prude, but I'm not sure I'll fit in this even if I wanted to wear it."

Ian scoffed, saying “Dad, you're slimmer than I am. And it's not gonna fall off either. We're pretty close in size." Alec smirked a little.

“I'm not really worried about fitting my waist in these, son. It's the other bit that's a little small for me."

“Speak for yourself, wolfy." Marcus said. He held the speedos down near his waist and stretched them across his width. “I think I'll have trouble with both."

Max tried again to convince them. “Come on guys, speedos aren't exactly subtle even when they're the right size. And you're not that much bigger, dad. They'll fit." Both dads looked at each other. Feeling a little desperate, Max added “The pool will be pretty empty anyway, with family weekend. Who's gonna notice?" The young tiger watched them. He saw his dad's eyes dart from Alec to Ian, and the older wolf flicked a glance at Marcus at the same time. The two older furs met eyes again and finally Marcus nodded.

“Alright kiddo. They have towels there?"

Max's face broke into a broad grin. “Yeah, I'll just bring my lock for our lockers." His dad nodded again, tucking the flimsy piece of fabric into his pocket.He gestured for Alec to precede him out of the dorm and the older wolf led the way out. As the two dads left, talking quietly to each other, Ian reach out with a fist bump. Silently Max returned it, then grabbed his lock and followed his dad out.

The pool was in a building situated between the dorms and campus proper, for better access by students. The four of them walked there quickly, chatting amongst themselves about where they would eat dinner and what else had changed on campus. They got inside and Max led the way to the locker rooms, heading right for the mens. The place was nearly deserted. He could hear one shower running, but most of the lockers on the walls were empty, and he didn't see anyone else changing right now. He and Ian walked to their preferred lockers, which were located with a narrow view into the shower area through the short hallway separating the lockers and the tiled bathroom proper. Pure coincidence, of course.

Max sat down without further ado and pulled his shoes off, letting the others start their own disrobing. He tried desperately not to stare, and also not to miss a moment of Alec undressing. The wolf wasn't shy. He kicked off his own shoes and immediately yanked his tanktop off. Max took the opportunity to stare at his muscled chest, his grey fur streaked with lighter slashes, almost silvery in his age. As the shirt came off Max looked away, only to stare at his own father, standing right in front of him. Marcus had started with his jeans. The muscular tiger slid the denim down his thick legs, revealing a pair of navy blue boxer briefs. Max had been focused on Alec the whole day, at least in terms of his lust. He knew Ian was gunning for his dad. But staring at him, the young tiger realized his dad was kinda hot.

Blushing suddenly, Max stood up, taking his own shirt off. As he dropped it on the bench, he glanced again at Alec and saw the wolf standing there in just dark red briefs. Looking right at Max. The tiger quickly looked away, once again stuck staring at his own father. Who was, it appeared, fixated on Ian. Max glanced sideways and saw his roommate was down to his own underwear, boxer briefs like the two tigers, although his were green. Max continued undressing by rote, revealing his gray pair, and glancing back at Alec, said “What, no boxer briefs? Your son picked differently."

Alec just shrugged and stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs. “I've always found briefs give better support, and I need all the help I can get." With that, the wolf hooked out and down, smoothly sliding his underwear off and revealing a thick sheath to rival any Max had seen. It had Ian beat, and certainly Max himself. But the balls, dangling and swinging as Alec stepped out of his underwear, were the biggest Max had seen, no question. Lightly furred in dark gray, they hung low outside the supporting confines of their briefs. Max wondered what a load produced by those knockers would look like.

“Damn, you aren't kidding Alec," Marcus chuckled. “I'd need a back brace if I walked around with those." Max came to his senses pulling his gaze away from those mesmerizing orbs - and noticing Alec's smirking gaze fixed on his. Well, this wasn't the time for shyness. Ian was right about that. Apparently they were going in turns to show off their junk, and Marcus went next.

His underwear slid down, and the big tiger flicked a footpaw to fling the underwear onto the bench by Max. The motion caused his sheath and balls to sway. While his low hangers didn't quite match Alec's, the fuzzy white orbs were plenty big. But his sheath did look to have the older wolf beat, if just barely. And what's more, Max recognized the telltale plumpness of an excited tiger, marked by the deep shade of black in the opening of the sheath. His dad was turned on!

Marcus stood proud for a few moments, before he said “You boys done staring? You're gonna have to take your own skivvies off if you want to come swimming too." Max gave a little start. He glanced guiltily again at Alec, since his dad was staring at Ian. The big wolf was pretty unashamedly ogling his dad though.

“Forget a back brace, Marcus. I think you'd need a blood transfusion if you got excited." The big Bengal smirked.

“When this guy comes out to play, I don't usually need to think much, thankfully." He glanced back at Ian. “Come on kiddo. Wolf, tiger, wolf, tiger. You're up next."

Max finally looked back at Ian. The younger wolf shrugged. “I thought we were only doing strip teases for appreciative audiences."

Max saw his dad glance quickly at Alec, but he said confidently “Consider me an interested audience, at least. Biomed engineering, you know. Always interested in the bio bit, to see where genetics take people."

Ian raised an eyebrow. “Not all the way there, if you're wondering." He slipped his boxer briefs off, and stood proud as the two older furs. “Still, I don't think my dad skipped a generation or anything." Max had done much more than see his roommate naked, but he still felt his heart beat a little faster seeing the specimen before him. What a stud. Even with Ian's dad right there, mouthwatering, Max could hardly keep his eyes off his boyfriend - or his paws.

Then all three looked at Max. Alec asked “How about you, son? Chip off the old block?" He gestured toward Max's dad, his paw coming very close to touching the big tiger's sheath. His dad didn't even blink. Max was surprised at the confidence in him. He'd expected him to be more nervous.

“I don't think you'll be disappointed." He quickly shucked his underwear. “Maybe one day I'll catch up. And besides, size isn't everything." Once again, Alec stared unashamedly. The big wolf nodded slowly.

“It might not be everything, but you've got enough to matter, I think."

The four of them stood there another couple seconds, before Marcus grunted and reached into his discarded jeans. “We're here to swim, not circle jerk. let's get in the water." He pulled out the speedo from his pocket and started stepping into it. Max turned around and bent over a little, making sure to point his ass directly at Alec while he rummaged for his own swimwear. A quick look over his shoulder convinced him the older wolf was taking peeks. As was his own father.

“Come on dad, you come all the way back to college and want to relive your glory days, but no circle jerking?" Max teased.

The big tiger snorted as he stuffed his impressive endowment into the pouch. “There are times for jerking and times for cocky kids who conspire against their dads to get their asses ground into the dust in a workout."

Max turned, pulling up his own garment to his crotch. “What do you mean conspire, dad?" True to their word, the older furs were having a little bit of trouble with their big bits. Alec had abandoned all attempts at subtlety and was carefully adjusting one testicle in its pouch, and then the other, tucking his sheath so it sat higher before finally letting the fabric snap against his waist. It barely fit, and fit was a strong word here.

Max's own father had a little less trouble, but when he finally pulled his paws away anyone could see he was well endowed. Or excited. Max knew he was blessed, but he thought his dad was a little excited too. Ian and Max fit better, although they all knew, as Max had said, that even well fitting speedos weren't exactly subtle. The tiger was proud how he filled out his pouch, helped along a bit by his own excitement. At least his tip hadn't poked out. Max swore he saw some red before Ian yanked his swimwear all the way up.

His dad busied himself grabbing his clothes and stuffing them in the locker, but Alec responded to Max's question, saying “Conspiring to get us into a locker room and have us strip naked. Conspiring to stuff us into these undersized grape smugglers while you ogle our junk." Max glanced at Ian and couldn't help keep a guilty grin from his face. “The way this day is going, I'm expecting you two to suggest the sauna after we finish swimming." Ian gave a little start at that and stared at his father. The older wolf's grin broadened. “I can't speak for Marcus, but I'm just impressed I can still pull a little tail and make them work for me. And yes, I'd love to visit the sauna later."

Alec started walking towards the other exit of the locker room, leading out to the pool. Ian glanced at Max, and shrugged. “Guess they would've been a bit blind not to see it, huh?" and walked off after his dad, leaving Max and Marcus to lock up. Max turned and stood beside his father and put his own clothes away, grabbing the wolves' as well. He resisted the urge to bring Alec's red briefs up for a sniff. He'd all but been promised the real thing very soon.

His dad stood back while Max locked up, then just looked at him for a few seconds. Max fidgeted under that gaze. Finally, he blurted out “Are you ok with this dad?" His dad raised an eyebrow, and Max rushed ahead, saying “I mean, with Ian, and his dad, and us trying to get you in the speedos, cause it was kind of a joke but not totally, you know, I think Ian really is into you, and he and I are ok with it, and I know you've still got Mom but - “

At the mention of his mother, his dad reached out a claw and placed it on Max's lips, cutting him off. The older tiger considered for a moment, then lowered his paw and leaned in a little. “We've been pretty open today, Max, and I think that's healthy. 'Course, everyone needs secrets… but I'll tell you, this won't be the first time I've gone outside the marriage vows. But I'll also tell you your mother knows and understands, even if she doesn't know about every encounter. And I know she's a little bit more than friendly with other folks when I'm not around, and that's more than fine too." His dad paused, thinking again, before continuing “Are you sure about this? Because if your fine canine boyfriend really wants me, well, I'm not gonna turn down some fun, and a fine piece of ass. But I don't poach from people without permission, and this is a big step."

Max breathed out a sigh of relief. “It's not our first step, dad. We've both agreed we aren't quite cut out for monogamy at this point in life. And acted on that. Plus, truth be told, we're still learning about each other. Two months doesn't cement a relationship."

The big tiger smiled at him. Somehow, despite them both being in speedos, with Max thinking not too long ago about his father's sexy body, despite talking about his dad maybe fucking his roommate and boyfriend, when he smiled, they were just a proud father and son. “I'm impressed, kiddo. Mature thinking from someone who's of an age to be thinking with his dick." He turned and started walking towards the pool. Max caught up to his side, and the big tiger spoke again. “What about you and Mr. Holmes, eh? I'm thinking you've got wolf fever."

Max allowed himself a grin, and deliberately reached down to adjust his package. “Well, we aren't just gonna sit around and third wheel if Ian closes the deal with you."

“That's my boy."

Ian and Alec were waiting for them on the pool's edge. It was the first time all day Max had really had the chance to take an extended look at the wolves together. They were incredibly similar. They stood the same way, one leg slightly back, one paw on their hips. Their tails swished in rhythm behind them, although they couldn't see each other's. Alec still had a little height on his son, and maybe some muscle, but he also padding in a few places too. His classic triangle form was beginning to go a bit rectangular, or maybe hourglass. Ian, by contrast, had cleaner lines, well defined muscles and slowly broadening shoulders, despite most of his focus on his legs from soccer. His calves in particular stood out when he shifted his weight from leg to leg. And of course, the older wolf had Max's boyfriend beat in the package department, even if the young grey wolf was no slouch.

As they approached, Ian met Max's eyes, then flicked his eyes and tilted his head ever so slightly towards his dad, and gave a thumbs up on the side away from Max's dad. Max grinned and returned the gesture. As the two tigers met the wolves on the side of the pool, they spread out across two lanes. The pool was empty except for the four of them and a bored iguana sitting in the lifeguards chair.

Ian clapped his paws together. “Couple lazy laps to warm up, enjoy ourselves, before we start the workout?"

“Sure", “Sounds good" came the replies. Ian jumped in without further ado, and Max laughed and followed him quickly. The two resurface in time for Max's dad to land right next to them in a cannonball, and Alec took a running leap and jumped over the three of them to land farther in the pool. Max's dad came up and grinned at the rest of them, then squirted the water in his mouth at Ian.

Laughing, the wolf splashed back at him. “Gross man. Do you know how many people pee in this pool?" The big tiger shrugged.

“I've had worse."

“Nasty.'

Alec chuckled, swimming over to the group. “Says the wolf that used to make mud pies in the back yard and garnish them with worms."

“I was a pup then!"

“Ian will put just about anything in his mouth if he's horny enough," Max interjected.

Max's dad grinned and splashed water at his son. “And you're so different kiddo?"

Max shook his head, spraying drops of water from his muzzle. He looked directly across at Alec. “I've got a discerning palate. I only go after the best." The big wolf grinned back at him, not a whit hesitant or concerned. Oh yes, Ian had talked with his father about their plans.

The group splashed around a bit more, before Max's dad and Ian struck out for the other side, stroking easily. Max was left with just Alec, who was floating unconcernedly on his back. The tiger eyed his body, made even more enticing by the way his fur flattened to his muscles in the water. And that glistening blue pouch, just under the surface. He looked up and straightened out in the water as Max swam over.

“So Alec, how's it feel being back here on campus? Anything unexpected?"

The wolf nodded. “Oh yeah. But mostly stuff I expected to be surprised by. Campus feels smaller, somehow. I think it's because I can't really go most places. All those academic buildings and classrooms might as well be empty space to me. I won't have a reason to go in. I'm not gonna need to go to the admin offices, or worry about parking close to campus."

Max nodded slowly. “I can kinda see that. Anything that surprised you in a good way?"

Alec smiled at him, a bright, happy expression that reminded Max of his own dad. “Yeah. I was surprised Ian had found somebody like you. I always hoped he'd find someone who could challenge him, share his interests, keep him going strong." The older wolf looked across the pool at Ian, sitting with one arm up on the side and talking to Max's dad. “Plus, even if you weren't dating, I'm so happy you're friends, and that you and Marcus are cool." He turned a dry look on Max. “I've dealt with my share of stuffy in-laws and annoying friends of friends. If I had to put up with some shitty roommate of Ian's or an annoying family, I would be hard pressed to come visit him."

Max chuckled. “Yeah, you can't say we're stuffy. How many in-laws, or potential future in-laws, have you stripped naked and compared junk with?"

“Your dad claims the dubious honor of first prize on that."

“And how many of your kid's dates have you eye-fucked in the locker room?"

Alec looked directly into his eyes, his smile gone. But somehow, he didn't look angry or annoyed. That blank expression was nothing compared to the wolf's smoldering eyes. “Just the one."

Max felt a shiver go down his spine at that look. If he had still doubted Alec's willingness to be seduced by his son's boyfriend, that gaze would have removed those doubts. Max could practically feel the heat off the older wolf in the water, smell a hint of musk despite the chlorine and water. He calmed himself down, praying he wouldn't pop out of his speedo. “You look great in your son's clothes, by the way." Max swam a little closer and daringly reached a claw out under water. He brushed the back of his claw down the front of Alec's bulge. “Blue is a great color on you, even if I'd like to see a little red."

Alec flicked a glance over Max's shoulder at the other side of the pool, then locked eyes with Max again. “I can manage that." The wolf's paws moved, and Max looked down through the shimmering water to see Alec hook his thumbs in the waistband and slowly slide the speedo down, revealing his sheath. And the red cocktip poking through the opening. Max felt his breath coming a little faster. He reached out his paw again, but before he could touch it, Alec pulled the pouch back up.

“Easy tiger," the wolf said, grinning to take the sting out of his words. “Just a peek for now. Don't want to get kicked out by sleepyhead over there," he said, gesturing towards the lifeguard. Max turned his head, and froze as a big paw cupped his ass, half bare under his swimwear. “Besides, you're a hot catch yourself, and if I let you touch it, I won't fit in this at all, and I don't want to swim with a rudder." His paw drifted around Max's waist. “But fair's fair, so…" He trailed off, and his paw slipped away from Max just before it reached his own bulge, but the wolf left a claw just touching, tracing a swirl around the young tiger's package. Max felt himself swelling even more, and he felt the tip of his cock poking at his own pouch.

And then the touch was gone. Max was breathing a little heavily, he realized. Having the wolf looming over him from behind, playing with his junk, was more than he could handle without getting visibly aroused. Alec swam up next to him, both of them now looking across the pool. Ian was pretty close to the big tiger, too. Neither of them had their paws visible.

Max glanced at Alec. “You sure you don't mind my dad… you know. With your son?" Alec shrugged.

“If he didn't want it, I'd be at his side before you could blink. But he's an adult, even if he's a young one still. And he wants it." Alec gave Max a side eye. “He's gone nuts for stripes, apparently. Cat got his tongue."

“And his balls," Max muttered. Alec laughed, slapping Max on the back.

“They way they're standing, I think you might be right." Alec raised his voice a little. “Are we gonna do some exercises at any point, or should we move back to the locker room boys?"

Ian and the big tiger looked up. They didn't jump, but they did look a little surprised, and Max's dad floated a couple feet away, a nonchalant expression on his face now. “Let's do it."

The four of them gathered on the side they had jumped in. Ian laid out their routine. Swim a length, climb out, ten pushups. Jump back in, swim, nine pushups. Repeat down to one. Ian and Max didn't have a name for the exercise, but Max's dad called them suicides. “We'll start with that and see how we feel." Alec climbed out of the pool, claiming the need to stretch properly. Max's dad joined him, so Ian climbed out as well. Max remained in the pool. He still wasn't fully flaccid, and seeing the three studs out of the water, fur and speedos clinging while they flexed and stretched, he wasn't recovering either.

“Come on, Max. I'm massaging your dad later, not you, so if you pull something it's your problem." Ian said in a matter of fact voice. The two dads just looked at him. “Oh come on, we can stop pretending now, right? I saw you right next to Max, dad, and I didn't see your paws."

Alec shook his head. “There's a little thing called intrigue, son. The anticipation of the hunt. You kids have no subtlety." Max's dad nodded in agreement, but he gestured to Max just the same.

“Come on out kiddo. Your boyfriend's right. It's important to stretch before vigorous workout, or else you'll get stretched, and you might not like it."

Max rolled his eyes at his dad's innuendo, but he climbed out anyway, and began stretching. He kept his back to the lifeguard, but Ian had a point. They'd all been naked, and they were going to do more, that much was certain. Who cared if he was a little firmed up? That line of thinking would've helped if Ian hadn't immediately grinned at his crotch when he climbed out, and Alec and his dad wore identical smirks.

Max tried to maintain a dignified silence, and nobody said anything. Eventually, limbered up, they started their workout. Max leaped into the water and swam, keeping his breathing a regular rhythm. He worked his arms smoothly, making sure to use his legs. Swimming should be an almost full body workout. He reached the other side and quickly pulled himself out. Looking to the side, he saw Ian already going down for his first pushup. His dad had beaten him, and Alec was just touching the wall.

Max stopped ogling the other men and focused on his workout. He made sure to go deep on his pushups, feeling the stretch in his muscles. He dove back in after 10, only a moment behind Ian and his own dad. Swim, pull himself out, pushups. He lost himself in the workout, feeling the stretching of his muscles become an almost pleasant burning, although it quickly became a detriment. He pushed through, feeling the fatigue begin to build up. Not the tiredness of a long day, but the cries of his body for a break.

The tiger churned through the water, pulling himself up. Ian and his dad had kept their pace, and were on their knees on the side of the pool, panting. The big tiger spared a quick smile for his son as Max settled into place. He leaned forward but Ian said “Hang on Max. We'll do holds when my dad finishes."

Max nodded and leaned back, forcing his torso straight. He watched Ian's dad slowly, but with precision, doing his last two pushups on the other side of the pool. The wolf looked fatigued, but he didn't let his form waver. He leaped into the pool and began to swim over.

“Dad's not out of shape, he's just not a fast swimmer," Ian explained, the three of them watching the wolf churn through the water.

“Honestly, I'm impressed with you Ian. Tigers are pretty natural swimmers, but you've got a good turn of speed for a wolf. You've got me and Max beat." The older tiger gestured at both of them. Ian grinned at the praise.

Alec reached the end, and began hauling himself out. Getting tired, he didn't hold his body away from the edge, and his speedo caught on the concrete and slid halfway down his right leg. “Whoops," he said, spinning himself around to sit on the edge. “Wardrobe malfunction."

Max's dad chuckled and said “Better keep that thing on tight Alec. If you didn't have that you'd be thirty seconds behind just from the drag."

“You said it." The older wolf clambered to his knees like the other three. “You know, whatever your ulterior motives with the speedos, I think I would have lost my trunks on the first dive, especially wearing a pair of Ian's."

“Dad, I'm one size up in the waist. And they have drawstrings."

“So you do have trunks in your dorm room."

Ian smirked. “If you really hadn't wanted to wear them, you would have turned down swimming."

Max cleared his throat. “Workout still not finished here studs."

The three of them looked over and Max's dad grinned a bit, but Ian clapped his paws and leaned forward, setting himself to pushup position. “Dad, we're gonna do holds together. Eight seconds each. I'll count off." Ian waited for them all to get ready, then levered off his knees to hold himself at the top of a pushup. “One, two, three, four…" The young wolf counted them down through each part of the hold. When they finished, Max wasn't the only one to gratefully drop his knee down. He forced himself to lean back and straighten up.

Max's dad was already standing. Kneeling right next to him, Max was once again struck by the fact that his dad was a stud, straight up. He also noticed, on his knees as he was, that he was eye level with his dad's prodigious bulge. He found himself staring. And was shaken from his reverie when his dad said “Thought you were stuck on wolves, Max." The young tiger jerked his head up a little guiltily. The big tiger had a knowing smirk on his face. “Maybe we really are breaking down some barriers today." He turned and walked away from the pool, stretching his arm above his head and bending to work his tricep.

Ian was slowly getting to his paws, but Alec was more like Max. He knelt with a straight body, but he breathed deeply and his arms hung limply. “Been a while since I pushed myself in a swim."

Ian grinned. “Ready for laps then pops?"

“I didn't come back to campus to relive my training days. Like I said, next time I'll bring my workout clothes and we can have a bit of a jog around campus, maybe do leg day. I'll keep up then. For now, just let me splash around a bit and then we can hit the sauna."

“Works for me," Max's dad said, walking back over. He stepped off the edge and slipped back into the water. “I could use a little relaxation. And maybe a focused massage of tense areas." He smirked at Ian.

Alec locked eyes with Max. “That would suit me just fine. You want to be a physical trainer, right Max? I bet you know how to work tension right out of a wolf." Max winked at the older canine.

So they all slid back in the pool and splashed around. They did a few laps of different strokes. Max's dad showed off his butterfly stroke. The other three tried it, but nobody could manage a credible length of the pool. Max and Ian sat breathing deeply for a few moments and then tried to do a full lap of the pool underwater. Max reached the starting wall just as he was ready to burst, breaking the surface and gasping for water. This prompted a flurry of lewd comments from their dads about how well they could hold their breath with their mouths full.

To get back at them, Max quietly swam up behind his dad while the older tiger was chatting with Alec. The older wolf was watching Ian do a handstand, so Max got right behind his dad and waited for Ian to come back up. When the wolf surfaced and saw him, Max winked, then grabbed his dad's speedo and yanked it down quickly, being careful to pull forward and over the tiger's balls and sheath. Max's dad stumbled in the water, yelling “Hey!" But before he could rebalance, Max pulled sharply, toppling the bigger tiger into the water and getting the speedos completely off.

His dad spluttered back to the surface, flinging water side to side and blinking his eyes clear. He started marching towards Max through the water. “Boy, I'll make you eat that if you don't give it back right -" Max threw the black speedo over his dad's head despite his jump to snatch it from the air. The swimwear sailed to Ian, who caught it and looked mischievous.

“Are you gonna make me eat it too?" The wolf said, dangling the speedo from one claw.

Max's dad snorted. “It's only a punishment if you don't want it." The tiger stood proud in the water, unashamed that his sheath sat in plain view just below the surface in the waist deep section. “For you, I think I'll just take it and put it back on."

Ian grinned. “In that case, how about a race?" He turned and flung the speedo across the pool, almost to the other side. Max's dad stared after it for a split second then flung himself across the pool, settling into a strong stroke. Ian was right behind him. Max watched, laughing, right up until a sudden force yanked his own swimsuit down. He just had time to look at his exposed crotch when his own legs were yanked backwards and up, just like he'd done to his dad.

Max came up snorting and shaking his head, trying to clear his nose. He blinked his eyes clear and looked up to find Alec smiling at him, and holding his speedo high above his head. He waved it tauntingly. “Turnabout's fair play, son. How's it feel?" Max stared at him for a moment, then smiled back.

“Since you probably don't want to race me, how about a wrestle?" And he leaped toward the older wolf. Alec yelled and tried to back up but the water made him slow, and Max got him right in midriff. The two of them splashed down in the water, twisting around each other. Alec got himself turned away from Max, but the tiger got an arm around his middle again and pulled himself close, hugging the wolf from behind. Max felt his bare sheath forced against Alec's ass even as they struggled underwater. The wolf bucked against him, trying to throw him off. It excited Max like nothing else. He slipped his one paw lower, getting a full grip on the older canine's sizeable package. With his other, he reached for his arm, grabbing at the elbow and pulling it down.

Alec was strong. He pulled his arm free and got a footpaw on Max's thigh, shoving himself away. Just before the wolf pulled clear, Max got his other paw down to Alec's waist, and together, yanked the wolf's speedo down even as he kicked himself clear. The two of them surfaced, panting, each holding the other's swimsuit. Max grinned at the wolf, and Alec grinned right back. Both naked now, Max stared unashamedly at the canine's plump sheath. He remembered that brief, fabric covered touch. He couldn't wait for more.

He spared a glance to the other side of the pool and saw his dad, seemingly reclothed, bodily pick Ian up out of the water and toss him away. All in fun, it looked like, but apparently his dad had won the race. He looked back at Alec and opened his mouth, but a shrill whistle cut him off. All four of them turned, surprised, to look at the lifeguard they'd forgotten was there.

“Come on guys, this pool is for laps." The iguana looked around. “If you want to take each other's clothes off and play grabass, do it in the locker room. And if you rip your suits I don't have spares here."

Max's dad gave a little salute. “We'll be out of your way then."

Max looked at Alec. “Trade?" The older wolf tapped his chin consideringly, like he was going to say no, then sighed and threw the speedo over. “I guess."

Max smiled and tossed the wolf's back to him, then snagged his out of the water and pulled it back on. The two of them swam over to the other side and climbed out after Ian and the bigger tiger.The four of them walked dripping back to the locker room.

Along the way, Alec walked up and punched Ian lightly in the shoulder. “You telling me after you beat this old tiger in every lap, you lost a race you started when he was dragging with his buoys in the water?"

Ian shrugged and grinned at Max's dad. “I guess Marcus just wanted it more." The young wolf looked around at the group. “Shower off the chlorine and hit the sauna?"

“Works for me."

The young grey wolf led the way, tail swishing over his barely clad ass. Max's dad walked close behind the wolf. Alec just walked next to Max.

The four of them quickly rinsed off under shower heads grouped together. They didn't see anyone else in the locker room or bathroom area anymore. As they neared they end, Max's dad stripped off his speedo, holding it up to the shower to clean it off. His other paw massaged water into his sheath and balls. He noticed the others looking and said “What? You can't properly rinse off with this trapping everything in your junk. Besides, we're taking them off for the sauna anyhow."

The other three quickly followed suit. Max was past modesty, and openly ogled the two wolves fondling their packages as they rubbed water and scrubbed through the fur. He felt their eyes on him in return. Max glanced at his dad just as the older tiger threw his speedo at his son. Max snatched up a paw but the speedo flew past and slapped onto his face.

“Dad! What was that for?" he grumbled, peeling the slick fabric off his muzzle.

“You were staring, kiddo. It's not polite. Besides, it's your speedo. I'm done with it now."

“My speedo, smelling like your balls. You could have held onto it till we got to the lockers."

“These balls made you, Max." The older tiger said. He grabbed his nuts and waggled them. “Show a little respect."

Alec laughed, and tossed his own blue speedo at Ian. The young wolf snagged them out of the air, and held them up between the two. “Am I supposed to worship your balls too, dad?" he asked.

“I think I've got that position filled for right now, son,“ Alec responded, glancing at Max. “But I'll let you know if I have an opening."

The four of them turned off the showers and trooped back to the lockers, snagging towels from the bin along the way. All of them worked vigorously over their fur, although the thicker pelt on the grey wolves fared much worse than the Bengal tigers' shorter coats. Alec finally sighed, throwing the towel over his shoulder. “I'd use the fur dryer, but we're going into a steam room anyway. Let's go already!" He marched away, totally naked and confident. Max's dad followed quickly, and the two boys followed up behind.

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Ian followed his and Max's dad around a corner to the sauna. The door was closed, and Ian's dad pulled it open, gesturing for Marcus to go first. He stepped in right after the older tiger though, and just pushed the door open for Max and Ian. As Ian stepped into the dimly lit room, the humidity washed over him with the heat. It was a little hard to see after the sterile white lighting in the locker room, but it looked empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, he stepped aside to let his boyfriend in.

Marcus and his dad walked unhurriedly to the left, and laid their towels next to each other, then turned and sat with twin sighs of contentment. They didn't bother wrapping the towels around their waists. Why would they, at this point. Ian glanced at the dads, then looked at Max and grinned. He held out a paw in a fist again, and Max bumped it. Then the young tiger walked directly over and sat down next to Ian's dad. Ian followed his lead, going to the left and sitting next to Marcus. That big stud of a tiger Marcus.

Ian wasn't nervous anymore, just excited. The older furs had made it clear they were up for this. He settled in on top of his own towel, but he overlapped his with Marcus' and sat so that their thighs were pressed together. Max had done the same on the other side of the older wolf. Neither dad reacted, their heads laid back, eyes closed.

Ian tried to lie back too, relaxing in the soothing heat. He even managed it for a minute or two, but when he closed his eyes, he saw Marcus, Marcus' full sheath right at eye level as the tiger stood in the water and pulled his speedo back on. He saw the tiger's lustful gaze as he slowly pulled that pouch over his nuts, then the tip of his cock peeking out of his sheath. He felt the remembered touch of the big feline's paw on his own bulge while they were sitting in the water before their workout.

Ian's eyes snapped open. He lifted his head a little, and saw Marcus still had his eyes closed, just like his own dad. Max was already leaning forward, paw creeping up across the older wolf's thigh. Ian let his own paw land softly on that striped white fur. No reaction. He moved it closer to the tiger's crotch and saw it twitch, his heavy nuts flexing in their sack.

His dad's voice broke the silence suddenly. His eyes were still closed. “Hey Marcus?" he asked. Marcus' eyes stayed shut.

“Yeah Alec?"

“I know I met you just today, but I think of you like a buddy already, and I gotta tell you something."

“Go ahead pal."

Ian and Max sat frozen, their heads cocked at each other. Each had a paw inches from their boyfriend's dad's dick. Alec continued, “Your boy here is digging in my front yard for a bone, and I'm gonna give it to him. Hope you don't mind, what with us right next to each other."

Ian saw a little smirk cross the big tiger's face, but his eyes never opened. “Can't say I mind at all. He knows what he wants. Assuming, of course, you don't mind your son gargling tiger nuts while I sit next to you."

“Not at all."

Marcus' smirk widened, and he lifted his left arm and draped it across the shoulders of the older wolf next to him. Ian's dad lifted his right leg and spread it, draping his thigh over the older tiger's, giving room for Marcus to spread his own legs. “Well?" the tiger asked, and it was a growl. A rumbling, a demand for all he asked a question. Ian felt his heart skip a beat. He'd never been with someone like this, so utterly confident. Not necessarily dominant - just a man who understood what he wanted from his partner. And what Ian wanted was to gargle some tiger nuts.

He locked eyes with Max, his boyfriend, and watched as both their paws finished their slide across their chosen dad's thigh to touch sheath. Ian stopped focusing on his roommate and started focusing on the task in front of him. He felt the heat from the tiger's sheath, more than the sauna. He smelled the musk of a horny man getting excited as he used his paw to massage the fuzzy opening. He brought his right paw around, gliding it up Marcus' leg, feeling that smooth short fur brush against his pads, before he reached the tiger's balls.

Heavy, and undoubtedly full, they rolled over Ian's questing paw. He never stopped his exploration of the tiger's sheath, letting his claw run lightly around the inside of that pouch. Together he held the whole of Marcus' maleness in his paws. He leaned his head closer, letting his nose poked into the folds of the tiger's fuzzy sack. He felt the feline tense just slightly as that cold wet appendage made contact, but an instant later he relaxed. Ian held his muzzle still for a second, then inhaled deeply.

What an aroma! That heady musk was heavenly. How could he not have noticed it before? But now it was coming off Marcus in waves. Ian had intended one sniff, but he inhaled again, and again. His breath was hot, coming out in short pants, washing over those nuts in front of him. He saw them in the dim light, seeming to relax in the humid environment. Ian stretched out his tongue as he panted and gently cupped one of those orbs feeling the fuzz on his tongue. He hefted it slightly, curling it back into his mouth. Above his head, he felt Marcus' breath deepen.

He swirled his tongue around, letting that one fall after he got a good taste. He scooped up the other in his muzzle, moving faster. The taste was mostly clean, as expected after a shower, but already the big tiger had begun to sweat again. Their workout, and the humid heat of the sauna, was working on him. Each drop was a concentrated burst of that musky scent he was still inhaling. A little salty, all manly. He couldn't stop a quiet moan from leaving his throat.

Above, Ian's dad spoke. “Sounds like he's enjoying his tiger nuts."

“I've never had complaints," Marcus replied. “How's my boy treating you?"

“Couldn't ask for better. I think you'll get that bone soon, son, if you keep up."

Ian spared a glance over at his boyfriend, lifting his head a little to see over the stacked furry legs of their dads. Max had his muzzle buried in his dad's nuts, apparently even more musk drunk than Ian. True to his dad's word, his dark gray sheath looked firm underneath the younger tiger's paw.

The young grey wolf turned his own attention to the real prize. He lowered his head down until his nose just touched that fuzzy sheath, plump and excited. The opening was a positive fountain of scents, and the wolf, his jaws parted, breathed in deeply. Then he stuck out his tongue and lowered it into the entrance. He swirled the tip of his tongue around the top, tasting the bitter flavors of a man. He felt Marcus shift beneath him.

Ian stretched his left arm up, slowly sliding across the tiger's firm belly, feeling the muscle beneath the older feline's padding. He felt the tiger flex beneath his pads. Ian withdrew his tongue enough to mutter “Showoff," before diving back into the sheath. Marcus chuckled quietly, the vibrations rumbling through his stomach, felt more than heard. Ian shifted his paw higher, feeling across the tiger's hard pecs, before settling on a nipple. He brushed a claw across the little numb lightly.

Again, the wolf felt more than heard the indrawn breath. And the sheath twitching under his tongue. Inwardly he smiled at finding Marcus's buttons. He left his paw on the tiger's nipple, using his right paw to continue fondling the rest of the dad's crotch. He fondled his nuts, then slid his paw along his inner thigh, touching something else. He flicked his eyes over, and only then remembered that his own dad had crossed legs with the stud tiger. Here he was, sucking off another guy his dad's age, while he accidentally fondled his actual dad's leg. And that dad was getting sucked off by his boyfriend!

Ian shook his head a little. If he let himself think about this too much he'd explode. He already felt his own sheath growing tight around his knot. He glided his paw back towards the tiger's sack, then dipped down low, slipped a gentle claw into the tiger's crack. This time he heard the laugh from the tiger. “Your kid's ambitious Alec. He's not content with just the front yard." Marcus said.

“Atta boy. Never leave a job half done."

Marcus slid across the bench on his towel a little, exposing more of his rear. Ian took the invitation, carefully letting his digit trail around the tiger's ass. All the while, he forged deeper with his tongue into Marcus' sheath. He was drooling, saliva dripping down his tongue, coating the sheath, and much of it falling into the opening itself. He was poking his tongue even further when he encountered something hard, and as potent a flavor as he'd tasted yet.

At the touch of his tongue, the tiger's cock flexed in its sheath, pushing upwards, seeking the warm wet hole of Ian's muzzle. Undeterred, the young wolf tried to push his tongue around the spire of flesh, squeezing in between it and the sheath. Another throb pushed it up more, forcing Ian to withdraw his tongue some. He flicked the tip over Marcus' urethra, and was rewarded with a bead of precum. Warm and salty, the wolf savored it, licking his chops, and diving back for more.

He got more. Marcus' lust was unstoppable now. With every beat of his heart, it seemed, that black cock emerged from the furry white sheath. Ian didn't let an inch go untended, swirling his tongue around, licking up drops of precum as they formed. He slavered over that delicious dick, then as another inch pulled free, he opened his muzzle wide and planted his lips around the daddy tiger's sheath. Marcus' nutsack flexed against the side of his muzzle, and inch after thick inch unreeled into the warm cavern of the wolf's mouth. He loved everything about this - a studly daddy, a hint of taboo for doing this in public, and a big thick cock to just let unsheathe in his muzzle.

In seconds, Ian felt that tapered tip pressing against the roof of his mouth. He leaned over more, awkward on his side, to better align it with his throat. His left paw was rubbing Marcus's nipple, and his right paw continued fondling his nuts or sliding along his thigh, occasionally dipping lower to remind the tiger that his ass was still in play.

The tiger finally took part, his right paw lifting up to rest in the middle of Ian's back. He slid it up, over the wolf's neck, to rest on the back of his head. There he exerted a light but unyielding pressure and growled “Every inch, pup. I've been teased too much today for anything else." Ian had no intention of disobeying. Still, he was starting to wonder. He had a big mouth and a muzzle made for sucking dick, but Marcus' cock just didn't stop. It grew longer, poking at the entrance to Ian's throat. He had long since conquered his gag reflex, and let it slip down without an issue. But his lips, pressed around the tiger's sheath, were starting to be forced apart. The tiger's cock was tapered, and Ian was getting to the much thicker root.

His jaws parted, forced open by the massive dick inside them. He opened his muzzle wider, trying to avoid having his teeth touch that sensitive black flesh. And then, blessedly, it stopped. Marcus' cock throbbed in his throat, against his tongue, but no more dick came out. And the wolf's nose was still pressed firmly against the warm white fur of the tiger's crotch.

“Not bad, son." It was Alec's voice, not Marcus'. Ian tried to raise his eyes, but the tiger didn't release his head. His dad continued “I suppose I've got Ian to thank for training you how to take a big wolf, huh? How's he doing with you, Marcus?"

“Oh I'll keep him. I've never had a wolf muzzle before. You guys were made to suck cock."

“It's a gift. But I'll say, I've had a tiger before… and Max is pretty damn talented even among the species."

Marcus finally released the pressure on the back of Ian's head. The wolf gratefully lifted off the tiger's maleness, still panting but not out of breath.As he withdrew his head he made sure to give that delicious dick a few licks, and took the last drop of precum. No sooner had he cleared the tapered tip than he saw Max, and suddenly his boyfriend was kissing him. Still tasting Marcus on his tongue, know he had just been slurping up Max's dad's essence, it was intoxicating.

And, the wolf realized, Max had been doing something similar to his own dad. As the two young roommates twined their tongues around each other, Ian knew he was tasting a hint of his own dad. Did his father pre more than Marcus? Ian certainly dribbled out more than Max.

The two broke apart, and now Ian was a little short of breath. They stared at each other, no words needed. While he looked at his boyfriend, Ian reached a paw down and gently teased his own knot free of his sheath. Just letting Marcus unsheath into his muzzle had gotten him so hot and bothered he thought he'd come if the tiger touched his dick.

Below Max's face, looking across Marcus' body, Ian saw the muscular thighs of his dad, one draped over Marcus' The older grey wolf was certainly standing at attention. Max had even eased the canine's bright red knot out. Just behind was the telltale black cock of his roommate. Max had apparently liked servicing his dad just as much as Ian had enjoyed the big tiger.

Ian knew his dad would be bigger than him, and he was, a little, if slightly shorter than Marcus. The knot though, that was thicker than anything Ian had ever seen. Certainly thicker than the root of Marcus' cock, let alone Max's. It was so fucking hot that his boyfriend had been bringing his dad to that edge, to get him hard with his knot out. It was so fucking hot that Ian had just been trying to slurp up every drop of Max's dad and huffing his musk.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned towards Marcus. The big tiger had his eyes open now, though still with one arm over the older wolf's shoulders. “You two are hot, swapping spit and your dad's precum, but I don't waste erections at this age. You've got a job to finish."

Ian nodded. The young wolf slid to his knees, hobbling around so he was kneeling between the big feline's legs. He reached his left paw out and grabbed Marcus firmly at the base, then he reached his right paw over, and grabbed his dad's cock around the knot. Marcus just grunted at his contact, but his eyes followed Ian's other paw, and Ian's dad hissed when the young wolf's pads wrapped around him. Ian couldn't reach around the whole thing.

Ian met his father's eyes. Alec opened his muzzle to say something, but before he could, Max slid to his knees and between the big wolf's legs. He reached out and fondled Ian's dad, juggling his nuts over his digits. And then he completed their arrangement and went under their dad's crossed thighs to caress Marcus' nuts. Looking at his own father, Max said “This what you meant by worshipping them?"

The tiger rumbled deep in his chest. “It's a start. Seems like we're getting more out of this than we thought, Alec." The big wolf nodded, his eyes still locked on Ian's. The young wolf felt his father's heartbeat, each pulse throbbing in the knot he held. He felt his dad's quivering hips trying not to just buck up into his paw.

Suddenly Ian released his grip on his dad's cock. He leaned forward toward Marcus. “Let me know how he tastes, Max."

The bengal tiger grinned at him, and reluctantly withdrew his own paw from his dad's balls. “I wonder if our dad's cum will taste like ours," he said. The young tiger leaned forward and brushed his cheek across the red rocket in front of him. “If that's the case, you'll be delicious, Alec."

Marcus snorted, then leaned forward and grabbed Ian's head. Gently, but with a hint of impatience. The tiger pulled Ian forward, and as the wolf opened his mouth to say something, Marcus tilted his hips and pulled the wolf down onto his cock. “Try the original recipe first kiddo. Then you can compare notes."

Ian couldn't see much anymore but Marcus. The Bengal tiger dominated his vision, except for brief glimpses of his dad's euphoric face. Both men were groaning in pleasure now at the service they were receiving. Ian let Marcus pull his muzzle up and down a few times, but then he started to bob faster on his own, and Marcus relinquished his grip to a light pressure on the back of his head.

The young wolf swirled his tongue around the cock in his mouth. He slobbered over it, and occasionally brought a slicked paw to give a few strokes along the base, when he wanted a break. Ian brought his whole attention to giving Marcus the blowjob of a lifetime. He felt the tiger rumbling almost constantly now, and purr that vibrated the bench and his dick.

Ian's swirling tongue ran up and down the barbs on the tiger's shaft. Each one was a little nub, and he tried to stimulate them. He stopped moving his tongue and just shoved his muzzle forward, engulfing Marcus' maleness, letting the tiger's shaft slip into his throat with practiced ease. He swallowed, massaging that fat dick with his throat muscles. He felt the tiger almost quivering beneath him, squirming.

Moans replaced that rumbling purr. Incredibly, the tiger's dick got harder. He pulled back a little, and felt little jets of warm, salty liquid hitting the roof of his mouth. He slurped them up, savoring the taste, so similar to Max, but a little more bitter, and a little stronger in flavor. Ian raised his head up, twirling just the end of his tongue around that spurting black cocktip. He let a small jet or two land on his muzzle, then looked up at Marcus - and his dad - and grinned as he licked his chops, letting that big tongue gather up every drop. The tiger was panting now. Ian's dad wasn't looking at him - Max must be holding his attention - but the big wolf did have his right paw on Marcus' nipple, tweaking the little nub. Marcus had his left paw rubbing up and down the canine's thigh laid over his own leg.

Ian met Marcus' eyes again and winked, then dove back down. The moment his tongue touched that dick, more spurts of precum shot out, and Ian swallowed them. Marcus started to buck his hips a little, his breathing becoming more ragged. Ian bobbed his muzzle over that tapered shaft, swirling his tongue and curling his paw around the base. His left paw, covered in saliva, slipped under the big tigers ass and quickly found that wrinkled hole in the back. Marcus' hiss of breath accompanied the feline's slide out along the bench, tilting his ass up for easy access.

But just as Ian got his digit positioned, he felt that dick throb in his throat. “Oh fuck I'm gonna cum," gasped Marcus. “Fuuck what a muzzle! I'm gonna fill you up, wolf," Ian eagerly pushed his muzzle forward, not stopping his assault. Then he heard “Alec! Hold your boy's head down while I fuck his mouth." Ian felt that big paw disappear, until a new weight dropped down. Ian's dad pressed hard, commanding his son to deepthroat this tiger and take his load.

The tiger's dick throbbed, rigid like a steel bar in his throat, then suddenly he felt that liquid warmth shooting down his gullet. Once, twice, three times, and then that paw on his head was pulling up. Ian went, catching a blast of cum in his mouth, and then he saw that wolf's paw come off his head and grab Marcus' dick. It aimed that thick spire right at Ian's mouth and the young wolf opened wide, catching a thick rope of tiger jizz on his muzzle before he could react. The rest of the big feline's load started to lose force, and Ian shoved his head forward again, engulfing that cock and his dad's fingers as he sucked every last drizzle from the tip.

Ian savored the flavor and feel of that load in his mouth. All rational thought was gone from his mind as he slobbered over that still twitching cock and licked cum from between the wolf's paw in his muzzle. At last he felt the tiger start twitching as he swirled his tongue along those barbs, and big paws pushing his head back made him release Marcus' maleness. The tiger was panting as Ian looked up at him. “Damn kid, you know how to take a load. I hope Max knows what a cocksucker he scored." Marcus looked over at Ian's dad. “Thanks for the help Alec. That was fucking hot, seeing you aim me at your kid's mouth."

Ian's dad was panting too, both of the big muscled studs sweating in the sauna, pressed together on the bench. He spared a glance up from his lap to look at Ian. “It was pretty fucking hot. And your son's got a mouth on him too. Fuck! Any second now, Max." Ian watched, enraptured, as his dad bucked his hips, sweating, groaning in pleasure, facefucking his boyfriend. Ian turned a little more, seeing the young Bengal tiger on his knees between the big gray wolf's legs. Max's tail was twitching and writhing behind his naked ass. He was slurping and making sucking sounds as his muzzle bobbed on the older wolf's thick cock, his lips kissing that big knot with every thrust.

“Marcus, he's a howler. Keep him quiet or someone will come in here!" Ian said. He knew the signs of orgasm in a wolf, and watching his dad's eyes dilate, his ears laying back, his chest heaving deeper breaths, he knew his dad was about to bust his nut. The big tiger nodded, looked around, and yanked the towel Ian had been sitting on off the bench. He wadded it up in one paw, then turned a little toward the wolf next to him.

Ian's dad wasn't totally there, but he saw the towel and nodded, opening his jaws, still panting heavily. Marcus stuffed the towel in with one paw, and with the other, leaned down and grabbed that fat red knot in a firm grip. “Swallow that load, Max, every drop!" he commanded.

At the touch on his knot, simulating a tie, Ian's dad bucked his hips up hard. Max glurked, not prepared for so much wolf meat to shove itself into his throat. The tiger instinctively brought his paws up, putting one on his dads spread leg next to him and the other on the wolf's abs as he tried to get his composure back, but the young tiger did not pull off that rock hard erupting dick.. Ian watched his dad's muscles flex, clenching in time with his throbbing cock. He knew each flex meant a jet of wolf cum down Max's throat. And the whole while, Ian's dad howled through the towel in his mouth, his head thrown back and his muzzle clamped down on the fluffy fabric. The muffled sound wasn't quiet, but Ian doubted it could be heard unless someone was listening at the sauna's thick door.

The older wolf kept his paws on Max's head for almost a minute, and Marcus didn't release his grip on his new buddy either. Finally, Ian's dad slumped back against the wall, his muscles going slack. He let his paws slip off the young tiger's head. Slowly, Max's dad loosened his paw, drawing it away with a caressing touch. The two older furs grinned at each other, still sitting close.

Max's head came up with a slurping sound, and Ian's dad twitched at the stimulation. When the tiger finally raised his eyes, Ian saw they were bright and excited. The wolf wondered if his looked like that. Marcus looked them both over, then leaned forward, looking down at the bench. “Did either of you cum? We'll have to clean up the sauna if you did."

“Not yet," Ian replied.

“No, but it was close," Max added.

“Well then," Marcus said. He gestured at Ian. “Stand up for me."

The young wolf raised an eyebrow, but he put one paw on his thigh and pushed himself up to stand between the tiger's legs. His own erection stood out proudly, an angry red color, with a tapered tip, a thick shaft, and thicker knot. Before Ian could do anything else, Marcus leaned forward and clasped his big paws on Ian's ass, then pulled forward. Ian stumbled right up top the edge of the sauna's bench, close enough for the big tiger to open his muzzle wide and engulf Ian's cock down to the root in one go.

The wolf's eyes went wide, and he hissed out a breath that turned into a moan of pleasure. Lacking the longer muzzle of a wolf, the tiger had let the tip of Ian's dick slip into his throat. The feline's raspy tongue swirled all around Ian's shaft, while his lips fastened behind his knot. Marcus' powerful throat muscles flexed, working his cocktip, and Ian felt himself throbbing, shooting precum into the tiger's belly.

It was too much. He'd already been on the edge just from blowing his boyfriend's dad. That oral assault had him weak at the knees, and when Marcus focused his tongue on the wolf's overstimulated knot, already feeling like he'd tied the tiger's muzzle, he cried out feeling his orgasm crash over him. His cry started to turn into a howl as he came hard into Marcus' throat when Max stood up and locked Ian into an aggressive kiss.

Calling it a kiss was generous - Max was pretty much shoving his own muzzle into Ian's to keep his voice down. But the wolf responded to his boyfriend's lusts, and did what he could to kiss back even while his body tried to spread his mouth wide and howl to the world that he was claiming his mate. Below, Marcus was gulping down every rope of wolf spunk Ian shot into his mouth. The tiger pulled back a little, bringing a paw up to wrap around the knot. Just like what he had done to Ian's dad. The wolf growled, his howl dying away, as he felt that dextrous tiger tongue on his shaft, his tip, his knot, even darting out of those lips to lick his nuts.

Suddenly Max growled, still keeping his muzzle shoved against Ian's. He felt his boyfriend tense against him, then his body twitched, jerked again, his muscles all flexing as he came. Ian couldn't see with Max blocking his vision, but he figured his own dad had leaned forward to bring the young tiger to the edge, and beyond. Even while he was sucked dry, Ian couldn't keep the horny thoughts out of his head. Maybe next time, he could knot his dad's mouth instead of Marcus' muzzle…

The two younger furs came down from their orgasmic high, letting their heads separate. Both looked down. Ian saw Marcus pulling his head back, the big cat licking his lips and grinning up at Ian. To the right, Ian saw his dad pulling back too, wearing a satisfied grin. The big wolf smacked Max's ass with a paw. “I only had tiger cum once, but man, you guys are delicious. Love the barbs, too. So much to play with."

“Well I liked my first taste of wolf jizz. Not bad. And the knot is something else. I thought you were hard as possible when I went down on you kiddo." Marcus smacked his lips. “Much easier cleanup in a public space too." He looked up at Ian. “When you blew your load down my throat though, that bitch breaker swelled up even more. Thought I'd be stuck down there for a second."

“Would that have been so bad?" Ian asked with a smirk.

“Did you already do that once to your boyfriend here, son?" Ian's dad asked. “He knew enough to keep his lips off my knot when I got close."

“To answer your question dad, it's not so bad. Just breathe through your nose and ride it out." Max said in answer.

“Well I took the whole thing once," the older tiger said. He glanced to his left. “I'm not sure I could handle the next size up, though." Ian's dad grinned and grabbed his cock, waving it around in the air.

Max was looking at his father curiously. “Dad, I knew you were open to this, but I didn't think you'd swung all the way over," he said. “I mean, getting your dick sucked is one thing, but you dove right onto Ian's and took his load like a champ."

The big tiger shrugged, a rolling of his shoulders flexing his muscles. “I'm not giving up the ladies, if that's what you're asking." He grinned at his son. “But your boyfriend isn't the first dick I sucked, just the first wolf. Well, first canine actually. And I doubt he'll be the last." With that comment, Marcus flicked his eyes deliberately down to his son's softening dick, and the big wolf cock next to him.

“Do you meet them all swinging, or do you go out on your own?" Ian asked.

“Swinging, mostly. A few times there's something like this where I'm solo." Marcus replied easily, leaning back in the sauna. He reached up and patted Ian's dad on the shoulder. “Nothing against the big dogs, by the way. It's just that when we're swinging, my wife tends to go for my fellow felines. She really likes the barbs." He wagged his own dick around in the air, though it was retreating into its sheath.

Max put a paw on his face. Ian's dad laughed at the young tiger. “Max, son, you're gonna have to get used to some raunchy talk and being more open if you're gonna blow someone next to your dad in a public sauna."

“I thought I was already pretty open," Max groaned. “My dad is showing me how much further I've got to go."

“I'll do my part and open you up some more later, how about that?" Ian's dad said, leering at the feline.

“Well, now what?" Marcus asked. “Ian's got a little tiger spunk on his muzzle, but he can wash that off. I don't think I need another shower."

“My dad and I are stuck with these for a little longer," Ian replied, touching his own knot, and then reaching out and touching his dad's. It made his father's dick twitch. “Call it ten minutes without an ass stuck around it, right?"

“Sounds about right. Maybe a little longer if I keep staring at all you studs, or my son keeps touching my cock."

Max sat down on his towel next to Ian's dad. Ian did the same next to Marcus. Both tigers had fully retracted into their sheaths. “I like knots, but they do make this public stuff a pain sometimes." He draped a corner of his towel over the red rocket next to him. Ian's dad just looked at him.

“What did I just say about people touching it making it last longer? Besides, I think someone walking in is still gonna notice the eight inch tall tent in my lap."

“Alright! I'll keep my paws to myself." The four of them sat in companionable silence for a few minutes. Ian closed his eyes, and gradually, he did relax. He didn't pay much attention to his dick, but eventually he heard a grunt from the big tiger next to him. He opened his eyes and saw the feline staring interestedly at the tip of his cock disappearing back into his sheath. Ian looked at his crotch, then at Marcus.

The tiger blinked at him, relaxed. “I thought I had a lot of meat in my sheath, but it's pretty interesting watching that knot just disappear." He leaned over closer to Ian's ear. “Can't wait to get it out again later."

“Is there gonna be a later?" Ian asked hopefully. Across Marcus, his dad's ears perked up, though he kept his eyes closed. Max opened his and leaned forward a little.

The older feline looked around. “I mean, whenever somebody says stop I'll stop. But if no one says no, then fuck yeah there'll be a later. Later today, if we can manage it." He reached down and fondled his balls. “I didn't expect this when I drove up, but I came fully loaded." He leaned over and fondled Ian's dad too, rolling those heavy nuts in his paw. “And for all his supposed cocksucking skill, I doubt my kid got every drop outta you either Alec."

“Supposed?!"Max retorted, sitting up fully. “What do you mean, supposed skill?"

Marcus put his paws up with an innocent expression. “I'm just saying, I've only heard about it secondpaw. Your boyfriend was on a hair trigger when I sucked him off so I don't know how skilled you have to be for him, and who's to say Alec here is hard to please?" Ian's dad had a small smile on his muzzle, but he kept his eyes closed and stayed back against the wall. The young wolf watched the two tigers talking, amused.

“Is that your way of asking for a personal demonstration, dad?"

“Depends how badly you want to prove you know your way around a blowjob. I mean, maybe you're only good at wolves."

“Well I know it's still secondpaw," Ian interrupted, causing them to turn his way. “But I can vouch that he's also good at moose, monitor lizards, puma, a falcon -"

“Shut up, Ian," Max said. He glowered at the wolf, but Ian knew his boyfriend wasn't really mad.

Marcus whistled, looking back and forth between the two roommates. “I thought we might have been your first foray outside the relationship, but that was stupid of me." He reached across Ian's dad and grabbed one of Max's biceps. “And no wonder you put on some muscle. You're sucking protein out of every guy you meet."

The three of them laughed, and after a moment, Max chuckled too. He did look daggers at Ian. “I'll save what I know about the wolf boy there for a more opportune moment then." Ian pretended an innocent face.

---

Eventually, the four of them left the sauna. They made sure they were all presentable, which of course necessitated some sheath grabbing to make sure everybody was actually flaccid. Max took the opportunity to touch his dad's junk, since Ian had already made a move and touched Alec's knot. The big tiger just laughed and smacked Max's ass to send him back to the locker room.

There were a few other furs around the locker room now. As the day wore on Max figured that families might separate for dinner or for parents to go back to their hotels, leaving students free to workout. And the gym usually got busier in the afternoon and evenings anyhow. It was close to dinner time. None of the other occupants gave them more than a casual glance, as things went in the locker room. Unless they were checking them out.

They all dried themselves off from the steamy heat. Ian and Alec had to go use the fur dryers, with their thick coats. Max just toweled himself down and started putting his clothes on, while his dad followed suit. While the wolves were away, his father stepped a little closer, khakis back on but still shirtless. “I meant what I said, kiddo. You say the word and I'll drop this whole thing. I know we talked before we swam, but now this is very real and not just a fantasy. I'm just here for fun, but I can't imagine something less fun than messing with your relationship or making you uncomfortable." He studied Max carefully. “Or less fun than you having to deal with someone you don't want to. I don't know Alec very well, but you don't have to go along with him just because Ian's messing around with me. I think he'll stop with a word, but if he doesn't, he'll answer to me."

Max smiled back at his dad and gave him a hug. “I appreciate that dad. Seriously. But I'm not just ok with it, I want it. I was actually the first person who said something about his dad to Ian. So long as you're ok with it, I want this to keep happening." He released his dad and stepped back, nodding towards the wolves. “Like you said, you aren't our first step outside monogamy. But you are the hottest."

Max's dad nodded, as if that was what he'd expected to hear. “Just remember you can change your mind whenever you want. Continual consent." He looked over at the wolves too. “And just remember you really wanted this when Alec splits you open with that knot, because I'm not gonna stop a rutting wolf when you hopped on his dick in the first place."

“That's the best part, dad."

The big tiger raised an eyebrow at him. “I'll take your word for it." He turned back to the wolves. “On the other paw, maybe I'll get some firstpaw experience."

Ian and Alec sauntered back over, still naked. Max couldn't think of their confident, relaxed walk as anything else. They had their towels over their shoulder, seeing no point in covering up with the damp fabric. Alec spoke as they got to the lockers and he started to pull his briefs back on. “So now what? Dinner? I've worked up a bit of an appetite."

The other three nodded. “We can check out the dining courts. They'll be crowded for family weekend, but so will everywhere else, honestly. It's probably the fastest."

“Lead the way, kiddo."

The group decided to just carry the speedos around with them rather than walking back to the room, since they weren't far from the dining courts. As they walked around campus this time, they didn't discuss anything raunchy. Ian spent a while commiserating with his dad on engineering, complaining about some calculus class while Alec passed on his own frustrations with math.

Max didn't share his major with his dad, so they talked about soccer. He recounted some of their better games to his father, and told the story about one player who'd broken his ankle two weeks ago. His dad talked a little about the men's league he was in. Apparently their team wasn't doing so hot this year, but they'd gotten a few new players, and the big tiger was confident they were coming up in the rankings and would be a threat for playoffs if they could dig themselves out of their low seed.

Their talk continued as they entered the dining court and got themselves food. Alec heard Max talking about soccer and stood next to him in line for some time to ask about their performance. Max found himself telling the wolf all about their own lackluster goalie and how hard their defense had to work to keep the armadillo from taking any shots he couldn't easily save. The older wolf had been a goalie himself, and had a few tips for Max on which saves were the toughest for an inexperienced keeper.

Ian and Max's dad went into a different line, and he overheard snatches that sounded like chemistry talk. Alec told him he was glad to hand off the squishy sciences to the tiger to discuss with his son. The big wolf told Max conspiratorially that he'd barely scraped a C in his own required chem and bio classes when he'd attended, and had no head for them now either.

Eventually the four of them managed to snag a table. It was definitely more crowded than normal, but not unreasonable. For a while they all focused on eating. Ian finished first, and was sitting back in his chair. Eventually, he sat back forward and asked his dad “Hey, where were you planning on sleeping tonight dad? Or are you driving home?"

The older wolf finished his mouthful and swallowed before answering. “Well, originally I'd planned on maybe crashing with you. Would let me stick around longer and even though it's not a long drive, I'll skip whatever I don't have to do. That bed would fit us both." He looked at Max. “Then, after our little smell test of your room, I figured I wouldn't cramp your style and would drive home, or maybe find a hotel."

Max grinned back at him. Alec continued, “But now, after the sauna… Well, I might not sleep in your bed Ian, but I figured I'll be in the room somewhere tonight."

Max looked at his own father. “Hope your roommates won't mind the noise," was his response. “I don't remember the dorm beds being very quiet when I got going."

“The beds are not quiet," Ian put in. “Before we actually started dating, Max kept me up every night jerking off on the top bunk."

“Like you weren't yanking your chain at the same time. And thinking of me."

“That doesn't change the fact that the top bunk is loud. And honestly, there isn't room for fucking up there unless you both lay on your side."

“Boys, its not a competition," Alec said, gesturing for them to quiet down and looking around. Then he looked at Max. “Although if it is, I bet me and Stripes here can definitely be loudest."

Max's dad snorted. “I've never heard anybody yowl like when I pull my barbs outta their ass, Alec. I'll get Ian to blow your eardrums out."

“Yeah well, you've admitted you've never done much with canines. Don't come yelling at me when you hear the noises your son makes with my knot under his tail."

“Maybe a little more discretion on the ass-fucking talk while we're in public?" Max asked quietly, looking around to see if anybody was close to their table. The place was pretty loud with families talking to each other, but their dads were not being circumspect.

“I figured you didn't mind the public stuff after you swallowed my load in a sauna, son" Alec replied. The big wolf did lower his voice a little, but not by much.

Max rolled his eyes. “I think there's a tiny difference between a blowjob behind a door where people rarely go, and a public cafeteria."

“Yeah. I've never done anything in a crowded cafeteria. Maybe if you slip under the table…"

“Dad!" Ian said.

Alec grinned unashamedly. “He could do you too, Ian, he's got a paw while his mouth's busy. Come to think of it, he's got a right and a left." The older wolf glanced at the older tiger sitting next to him.

Max's dad smirked. “Oh I think we'll get there someday, but why mess around in a cramped cafeteria when we've got a private room to retreat to? Maybe with all the horny thoughts flying around, we're recovered from the sauna?"

“Recovered? I'm so horny I could probably give him a load faster than these cooks can make a burger."

“Well let's get out of here before you do something that'll get you on a list, dad," Ian said. He stood and gathered up his tray. “We can head back to the room."

“Anywhere you wanted to go at night on campus dad?" Max said, getting his own tray.

“Not tonight kiddo. Remember I had a long drive up here. Coupled with the workout - or workouts - from earlier, I'm ready to go to a room and stay there."

“Just so long as you don't fall asleep the moment you hit the bed, old man." Ian said, leading the group out of the dining court. “You promised me another go when we were in the sauna."

Max heard his dad growl as they left the building, his stare fixed directly on the young wolf's ass as his tail swayed over it in front of the tigers. “I might not be able to stay up all night like I could in college kid, but I think I'll tire you out before we're done."

“Good luck," Max muttered to his father. The older tiger just chuckled.

---

The group walked back to the dorms leisurely as the campus darkened, sunset having come and gone while they were eating dinner. Alec strolled along at the front of the group with his son, enjoying the crisp autumn air. Grey wolves were much better suited to the chillier weather. The two dads ran out to their cars and grabbed backpacks with some overnight essentials and clothes.

Ian swiped them in through the doors to the lobby, revealing groups of furs standing around or chatting much as they had this morning. Now however, many of them were breaking up instead of forming. He'd seen the cars in the lots outside heading towards the exits.

“Think we'll be the only parents staying overnight?" he asked his son.

“Probably not the only ones, but most people are gonna leave, right? They had their day together, or live close enough they can come back in the morning." He glanced at Alec. That had been the older wolf's plan originally. “And you very well might be the only ones on the floor or maybe the building sleeping in your kid's dorm room. Most parents probably got a hotel."

“Damn right they did," Marcus said from behind. The big tiger's voice had a rumbling quality Alec found pretty attractive. “I looked too late and couldn't find a room."

They got to the stairs and began heading up, Max asked “What were you gonna do dad?"

“Not sure. Like Alec here I figured I could squeeze onto your bed, although I wasn't looking forward to it. In a real pinch, I was going to hope I got along with your roommate's dad and maybe crash at his place."

Alec stopped his climb and turned around at that, looking at Marcus. The big tiger grinned at him and stepped around without slowing down. Max, the scoundrel, tapped his dad on the shoulder and said “Good thing you're staying here dad. If you'd gone home with Alec the horny wolf, who knows what would have happened?"

“Hey!" Alec said. He reached up and swatted the tiger's ass. “I would have been a perfect gentleman."

“You mean you wouldn't have walked around the house naked like you always do dad?" Ian said from the landing, holding the door open. “You wouldn't watch porn with the door open?"

“Not with a guest," Alec said. “Not unless he was into it, at least."

“And if I was?" Marcus asked from along the hallway.

“Then I'd be a perfect gentleman and share like my mom taught me."

“Grandma never taught you to share like that, dad." They all entered the dorm room Ian and Max shared, chuckling to themselves. Alec let his nostrils flare as he drank in the scents. And was surprised when it was actually difficult to discern what had practically slapped him in the face before.

He noticed Marcus's nose twitching too. Ian walked past them, but Max turned around to squeeze between his desk and closet door, and he noticed their expressions. “Come on you old farts, you're not gonna complain about the smell of sex in here now, are you?"

Alec shook his head and glanced again at Marcus. “Actually…" he began.

“Actually, I think Alec looks confused like me because I can't smell it much anymore."

“Really?" Ian asked. “It's been a couple days since we fucked in here, it shouldn't go that quickly from this morning."

“I don't think it did, son." Alec said. He cocked his head to the side. “I think maybe we just got used to it. A lot quicker than we expected."

“Well, you had a drink right from the tap," Max said wryly. “Stands to reason you don't notice it much now."

“Guess you're right," Marcus said. He stood there, looking a little out of place in the confines of the room. “So… what now?"

Alec elbowed the older tiger. “You said you did strip teases for appreciative audiences, right? I think you've got three sets of attentive eyes."

Marcus elbowed him back with a grin. “Which wolf am I fucking tonight, huh? You sound like you're more eager than your kid to see me naked."

“He can get in line," Ian said, mock glaring at his dad.

Alec chuckled and raised his paws. “Relax, son. I've got my eye on a different tiger tonight, as promised." He leered at Max, who was only a couple feet from him.

The tiger met Alec's gaze and smiled. “How about we change into something more comfortable - and I mean that literally - and we can watch a movie or something? Let things go at their own pace."

Marcus sighed at his son, but nodded. “Fine. I'll follow your lead before I fuck your boyfriend."

“Very kind of you, dad."

Max started rummaging in his closet, and Alec slung his backpack over his shoulder to get his own clothes out. Marcus sat down on the lower bunk bed to do the same while Ian slipped past to his own closet.

Alec grabbed a pair of loose basketball shorts and set about pulling his shirt off. Marcus had already pulled his off, revealing his toned chest, and Max had gotten his jeans off first. Alec glanced at his son and saw the young wolf pulling on basketball shorts too.

All of them ogled each other, of course, but there wasn't much new after changing in a locker room together. And sitting naked in a sauna. And sucking each other off. Really, a casual change of clothes wasn't much, but it was still a bit of foreplay, and more confidently directed now.

Marcus stood up to take his khakis off, and deliberately turned his back on the three of them, bending at the waist as he lowered his waistband. He had his underwear on, of course, but Alec found himself staring. A part of him did wonder what would have happened if the studly tiger had asked to crash at his place. Probably nothing, without the horny college kids here to drive them together and put them in speedos. But if the tiger came back to his place after today? Well, Alec would just have to make sure there was nowhere else for the tiger to sleep but the wolf's bed.

The older wolf turned from staring at Marcus' ass to catch his own son staring at his crotch. Alec wasn't currently aroused, but he knew he cut a figure in briefs. He smirked at his son and made sure to pull the waistband of his shorts up across his balls as he put them on, making everything shift. Behind him, Max was in a loose pair of grey sweatpants that happened to match Ian and Alec's fur pretty well. None of the men had opted for shirts.

“So, who's on top and who's on the bottom tonight?" Alec joked as he put his backpack away and walked toward Marcus and the beds.

“I sleep on the top," Max said. He walked over and started fiddling with the tv, making sure to bend over a little. He looked back at the two dads. “So that means…"

“I'm on top. Got it." Alec confirmed, reaching over to grab the laddered side of the bunk bed.

“Hang on dad, why don't we all sit down here for the movie?" Ian asked. “There's enough room, and then me and Marcus don't have to watch through your feet." He gave the bunk beds a critical look. “Also, I'm not sure you and Max will fit up there unless all you're doing is sleeping."

Alec rubbed his chin with a paw. “Guess you're right. Well then, we're going to be very close friends after tonight if all four of us are fucking on one bed."

“The more the merrier, right Alec?" Marcus smiled.

The older wolf nodded. “Works for me. But there isn't much room for four of us to sit on this bed." He reached up and grabbed the pillows and duvet off Max's top bed. “Here, me and Stripes can sit on the floor in front." He laid the duvet down to give a bit of padding and propped the pillows against the side of the bed.

Ian came over and climbed onto the bed with Marcus, the springs protesting the extra weight and movement with screeches. The older tiger grinned and bounced himself up and down a few times to make the sound. “Oh yeah. Your neighbors won't get much sleep tonight."

“You're a cocky tiger," Ian remarked. “You really think you'll be going all night?"

“Well, maybe not all night, but I think we'll be sleeping in."

“So what's the movie Max?" Alec asked, settling himself to the floor in front of his son.

“I was thinking maybe the Spongebob movie." Max turned around and saw three flat stares looking at him from the bed. “Sheesh, tough crowd. How about that new Puss in Boots movie? I've been meaning to watch it."

“You go from Spongebob to Puss in Boots?" Marcus asked in disbelief.

“This one's pretty good, Marcus." Alec joined Max's side. “I personally think your son might just want it on because of the big bad wolf character."

Max settled next to Alec, leaning back between his dad's legs. “Why would I care about a hot wolf on screen when I've got a hot wolf next to me?"

“And another one on the bed. Just because I'm cool with you ogling my dad doesn't mean you can just forget about me."

Max tilted his head back to grin behind Alec at the younger wolf who spoke. “You, I've got every night. This one, however…" Max let his paw rest on Alec's thigh.

The big wolf let himself rumble just a bit at the tiger's soft touch, but he spoke up to say “If you actually want to watch the movie, you'd better put it on before somebody loses their patience."

Max took his paw away with an affronted look, but he grabbed the remote and started navigating menus. Alec heard some shifting behind him, and then Ian swung his legs over to Alec's side and got up from the bed to turn off the lights, leaving just the glow of the tv to illuminate the room. As he walked back, the shirtless young wolf straddled Alec, then climbed up onto the bed, making sure to press his bulge against the older canine's forehead.

“You keep that up and I'll drag my nuts across your face while you're sleeping, son. I was in college too, remember." Ian chuckled softly as he arranged himself next to Marcus

“How are you going to do that while I'm sleeping next to him, huh?" The big tiger asked.

Alec shrugged. “Collateral damage."

Max got the movie going finally, and the four furs settled in to watch. Soon the room was filled with flashing lights as the orange cat on screen danced his way through the opening number. Alec was reminded of the first time he'd watched this movie. Funnily enough, a tiger he'd been hooking up with had suggested it just like Max. The twinky feline had confessed in the middle of the movie that the wolf in this movie, Death itself, had kinda turned the tiger on. Alec had joked with Max about it for precisely that reason.

Alec had stopped the movie then to fuck the guy into the floor after such an admission, of course. But it had just been the two of them. He wasn't totally sure how things were going to proceed tonight. If - when - Max finally reached his paw back over, they would very quickly stop watching the movie. And he figured it would be a chain reaction of sex that would set off Marcus and his own son.

His son. His son Ian was sitting behind him, and the young wolf was planning to get his guts rearranged by that stud of a tiger he had met maybe seven or eight hours prior. In the same room as his dad, while Alec stuffed his son's roommate and boyfriend with wolf meat.

No. Focus on the movie. He could think about the dirty incestuous situation he was in while it happened. The older wolf started paying attention to the tv again watching Puss mope around some old lady's house. He had zoned out through the first introduction of the wolf. This was not the most exciting part of the movie. Alec was leaning his head back, a little bored, when Max leaned his head over to rest against the wolf's shoulder. The young tiger didn't do anything else, and after a moment, Alec titled his own head over to rest against the top of Max's.

The two of them watched the movie in companionable silence. Alec heard the bed shift once or twice behind him as the two furs there rearranged themselves, but nothing excessive. Eventually, the action started to pick back up in the movie, but in a lull, Max shifted himself up, and asked Alec quietly, “Hey, mind if I lay all the way down here? Leaning against the bed is killing my back without support."

“You're too young for back problems, son." Alec whispered back.

“Then let me lay down so I don't have any."

Alec shrugged, and the two shimmied their backs down to lay fully on the floor, resting atop the duvet and pulling the pillows into position. And Max took the opportunity of the move to roll onto his side and rest his head on Alec's shirtless chest. The older wolf wrapped his arm around the tiger and pulled him in, gently running his paw down the tiger's back. Not sensually, just calm and casual.

He took in Max's scent with each measured breath. He felt the feline's own warm breath across his chest, and for a while they breathed in rhythm. They watched the villain of the movie show up, and saw Puss try to get his old flair back. Alec felt himself wondering at his own situation. He'd never exactly stopped putting himself out there, and he'd been generally successful, but mostly with hookup apps. Flirting with a college kid, and a dad like Marcus, was more than Alec had expected now that the years were catching up with him. Maybe you could teach an old wolf new tricks.

Eventually Puss escaped with his friends and the villains pursuing. It was a good break point, and Alec felt a pressure in his loins that was quite unrelated to the young stud in his arms. “Can you pause it?" Alec asked Max. “I gotta take a leak."

“Yeah, sure. I kinda need to go too," he said, grabbing the remote. He paused the movie and then rolled off Alec's chest, standing and stretching, his paws almost touching the low ceiling. Alec took the time to admire the kid's muscles flexing before he stood up himself. The older wolf glanced at the bed.

His son was curled up and laying back in Marcus' arms as the big tiger lounged against the wall and corner of the bed, pillows propped up behind him. Ian had his head pillowed on the older feline's chest much as Max had done to Alec. The two returned his look and shook their heads. “I'm good. Don't fall in, now."

“Do what I can," Alec replied. He followed Max into the hallway, blinking at the omnipresent fluorescent lighting after the dark room. He strode behind the young tiger towards the bathrooms. As they walked, he said “So… $20 they'll be going at it when we get back?"

Max looked over his shoulder and grinned. “Depends what you mean by 'going at it'. I think the moment the door shut their paws started roaming, and I know where they'll be grabbing."

“Yeah. Not much of a bet I guess."

The two of them walked into the hall's shared bathrooms. On the right from the door was a tiled shower area. The place was a little steamy, and they heard the sound of running water splashing about. Alec glanced in and saw an ocelot facing away from them, letting the water run over his toned body. He only glanced, but Max poked him in the shoulder. “You'd think you have enough college guys to look at right now."

Alec just smiled and walked to the left where the toilets were, choosing a urinal next to Max. There were no dividers, although screw holes in the wall indicated they might have been removed. “I'm not sure I'll ever have enough. Besides, he's naked and you're not."

“Well, you can see my dick right now."

“Please. It's rude to stare at the urinal."

“Well let me apologize in advance for my rudeness." Alec looked over at that to see Max looking deliberately down at the wolf's sheath. He met Alec's eyes for a moment, grinning, before turning back to business. Alec kept his look at eye level like a gentleman.

“Rudeness aside, why'd they take out these dividers?"

Max chuckled, and Alec saw the movement of him shaking his sheath out of the corner of his eye. “The dorm didn't, some jackass took 'em out. Probably the same person who took down two sets of the shower curtains."

“That was gonna be my next question."

“Yeah, dorm services told us we wouldn't get more until they figured out who was doing it after the second set they put up vanished."

The older wolf tucked himself back into his shorts and looked across the way into the shower area while he walked to the sink. “You and Ian wouldn't happen to have anything to do with exposing the men of this floor to any passerby, would you?"

“Nah, not us. There's plenty of people who actually want to be looked at. It's not a problem for most people, but I know one guy on this floor sets an alarm for four AM to shower now because he's pretty self conscious about being seen naked. I wouldn't want to put someone through that."

“How do you know that? He a friend?"

“Not really. Ian and I came home pretty late one night after a party and we wanted to shower it off, and met him in there. I asked him about it later. He wasn't very talkative that night."

Alec shook his paws out hard to get rid of some water. Sometimes he was grateful for his thick coat, but right then, he envied Max his shorter, sleeker fur and easy time drying off. The two of them began walking back down the hallway. They passed one door that was now open, the low thump of music coming from inside as a couple of guys chatted in the doorway. The one further in the room was shirtless like Max and Alec.

Max put a paw on the door to his room. “No tie on the doorknob. Think we should knock?" he joked. Alec reached past him and pushed the door open as Max turned the handle.

“Close the door," a voice called. Marcus, although the voice had a husky, slightly breathless quality now. Alec stepped into the dark room behind Max and pushed the door shut behind him. It took a few seconds for his eyes to make out much, but the tv screen still glowed softly, and he was able to see the shifting forms on the lower bunk well enough. He couldn't make out much of Marcus' white fur, but that seemed to be the result of his son having draped himself over the tiger. The two furs were laid down on the bed properly now, Ian stretched out over the big tiger who had his head on the pillows like normal. They'd obviously been making out.

Alec couldn't be sure, but he thought the shorts were still on. Max stepped past the desks to stand in front of the bed and put his paws on his hips. 'Guess this means the movie's on hold?"

“Put it back on if you want," Ian said, looking up at his roommate. “I don't think I'm gonna pay much attention, and I'm not promising I won't be making noise."

“No," Alec said, stepping right up behind Max. He pressed himself into the tiger's back and wrapped the slightly shorter male in his arms. “I think I was patient with the movie, but now, I want a little more adult entertainment." The older wolf put his muzzle over Max's shoulder, and the young tiger tilted his own head back and around to meet his lips in a kiss. Alec pulled his arms tighter, squeezing them together as he locked their mouths and started to explore each other with their tongues.

He heard a soft whistle of appreciation from the bed. “Now that's a kiss," one of them said. He didn't pay much attention, focusing on the man in his arms. Max might be the same age as his son, but they were men, both of them. They'd wanted this. Hell, they'd dressed them in speedos and coordinated to suck off each other's dad in a sauna! If Max wanted to get fucked by him, Alec was going to do this properly.

Although, doing it properly would normally involve a bed, or maybe a couch. He broke away from Max, spinning the tiger around to press them together face to face. He felt their bulges pressing against each other, and their shirtless chests rubbing around as they breathed, a little harder than normal after that kiss. Alec bent his muzzle slightly for another kiss.

This time, he let his paws roam down Max's muscled back, tracing the contours of his body until he reached his tail. The young tiger was flicking it side to side, but at Alec's touch, Max let it wrap around the wolf's paw. He stroked his paw gently along the length until it slipped off. With his other paw, he continued beneath the tail, finding the waistband of the feline's shorts. For now, the older wolf let his paw trail over the fabric, reaching down in a smooth motion to cup that firm butt.

Max flexed, just a little. Alec let himself rumble a little, sure the tiger would feel it through their still wrestling tongues. He gripped that warm muscle and pulled Max toward him, mashing their hips together strongly, forcing their twitching, slowly growing bulges to grind together. He felt Max's paws find their way down to his own ass, and the two of them started to dry hump into each other, each with a pawful of ass and a mouthful of the other's muzzle.

Alec broke the kiss, panting for real now. His own tail wagged behind him. He had much less control over that than Max did his own tail. “I've been waiting all day for this, kitty," Alec growled. “How about you take my shorts off and have a couple licks, then I'll do yours and start getting under your tail." Max nodded once, his own breathing a little labored. The tiger pressed his muzzle forward into Alec's pecs, breathing in deep and rubbing his cheek into the grey fur. Alec let himself rumble louder, almost a growl, as Max slowly dropped to his knees. He trailed his nose in the older canine's fur the whole way down to his crotch.

“Kitty?" Alec heard Marcus ask. “Did you call him kitty?" Alec turned towards him, as did Max below. Alec saw that the two of them were a little ahead. Ian had his shorts down, although his underwear was still on. It looked to be getting strained by the emerging wolf cock under it. Marcus' shorts were also missing, but his underwear had been pulled down and tucked beneath his heavy balls. A barbed black cock, barely visible in the dim glow, was growing steadily out of the bengal's sheath.

Alec smirked at the big tiger. “Yeah, kitty. Why?"

Marcus huffed out a breath. Ian was still on top of him, and both of them were panting a bit too. While Alec watched, his son's paw drifted back down between their bodies to caress Marcus' dick. It jumped at the touch and grew another inch. Marcus looked at his son, on his knees in front of Alec with his muzzle in the wolf's crotch, and then back up at the younger wolf on top of him. “I hear the word 'kitty' out of your mouth, pup, we're gonna have a problem."

Ian snorted, looking at the big tiger beneath him. “So I'm a pup, but you can't be a good kitty cat?" Marcus growled, then reached down and yanked on Ian's underwear, pulling them roughly over the wolf's erection. He hissed as the tip of his dick caught and was bent backwards briefly. “Watch the goods, tiger."

Marcus finished pulling the underwear off the younger wolf, then grabbed at Ian's shoulders. “Flip around and suck my dick, pup." He put special emphasis on the last word. For a moment, Alec watched them stare into each other's eyes, and then Ian smiled and said “Yes sir." He started to clamber around on the bed, swinging his exposed cock around and settling it back onto Marcus' face. The tiger waited for Ian to get the tip in his muzzle before he bucked his hips, forcing several inches into the wolf's muzzle.

Marcus grinned past Ian's ass at Alec. “Not too rough for you, right buddy?"

Alec shrugged. “That's his choice." The older wolf looked at his son, now enthusiastically licking all over that barbed tiger dick. “And he seems like a pup with a bone, so I say go nuts." Ian paused in his blowjob to give his father a glare at his choice of words.

Alec shivered. Here he was chatting casually with a guy while his son sucked him off! The wolf looked down at Max in front of him. The tiger was just pulling Alec's waistband down, having spent the past little while mouthing the wolf's bulge and sniffing all over. Max yanked the shorts all the way down, and Alec stepped out of them, taking the opportunity to step slightly closer to Max, leaving little room for the tiger. His muscled, furry thighs framed the black and white head of the young male.

His partner didn't waste time with the briefs, reaching for them as soon as the shorts were off. Alec reached a paw down to rest on the side of Max's head as the tiger pulled the elastic out and down. He had to stretch it to get it past the big wolf's tip and pull it down. The canine's erection flopped out, not quite hard yet, but rapidly stiffening as the cooler air outside the sheath hit it. Max moaned a little, pressing his muzzle forward and up. His cold black nose stuck into Alec's balls, and the wolf hissed lightly at the sensation. He watched with lust as his shaft draped over the tiger's muzzle, slowly hardening, thickening, lengthening. Another inch or so snaked along the bridge of the feline's nose, spilling out of the grey furred sheath.

Max was inhaling deeply, absorbing the older wolf's musky scent. Both paws had come up to fondle and cradle Alec's balls. Alec watched for a moment, still gently rubbing Max's ear, before he leaned down and growled “Have a taste, kitty, then get my knot out. After that, I'm gonna eat your ass out so we can get to the main event."

Max took another deep breath of wolf musk before grinning up at Alec. He pitched his words a little louder to be heard and said “Yes sir." Alec looked up at Marcus to see the tiger's reaction. His ears were tilted back against his head, so he was listening, but Alec couldn't see much else since the big tiger had his muzzle buried in Ian's ass. Alec watched his son moan with pleasure even while he continued working his way down Marcus's shaft.

Below, Max followed his boyfriend's example and started licking all around the wolf cock in front of him. He kept one paw fondling the big fuzzy nuts beneath the sheath, while his other massaged that sheath directly. Alec let out a moan of pleasure, his own paw shifting to the back of Max's head. He didn't put pressure on - he didn't care about the blowjob right now for more than foreplay - but it was good to feel the tiger.

With the same familiar care as he'd shown earlier that day, Max slowly teased out the big wolf's knot as Alec stiffened to his full length and girth. The guy really knew how treat a canine. Alec wondered how many times he'd done this exact same thing to his own son, sucking him off and teasing out that bitch breaker the older wolf could see was bouncing beneath Ian now. Marcus had one paw on Ian's ass, but the other was fondling that young wolf cock above his chest. Part of Alec wondered how it would feel for the less experienced Bengal to take him out of his sheath.

Alec luxuriated in the blowjob for a few more seconds, enjoying the raspy tongue applied so gently to his cock. Then he leaned down and grabbed Max's shoulder. “All fours, face the bed. And lose the clothes." Max gave one last lick, then reluctantly released the angry red dick in front of his mouth and pulled back, a thin trail of saliva connecting that dripping tip to his muzzle for a second. The tiger stood up briefly, face to face with Alec, then bent and removed first his shorts, then his own underwear.

He stood back up proudly, his own erection nearly all the way out of his heath and stiffening. Alec reached down a paw and grabbed that barbed black dick, gently pulling Max to stand facing him. The wolf moved forward so that his cocktip pressed against the tiger's waist, staining that white fur with precum that drooled from the end. He gave a couple gentle tugs and twisted his paw smoothly around Max's cock, bring the tiger to full mast.

Both of them looked down. Max's dick stood maybe an inch and a half shorter than Alec's, the tip of his dick starting to drool precum too. “Pretty close, son. Maybe I should try with your dad." Alec dropped to his own knees, kneeling on the duvet beneath them. He kept a paw on Max's dick, then leaned forward and licked at the tip, swallowing that drop of precum. Max growled above him, and Ian squeezed gently to coax out more, then took a few inches of the young tiger's dick in his muzzle, licking along the shaft with his tongue and enjoying the salty taste of tiger precum.

Alec pulled back after only a few seconds, then put his paws on Max's hips and pushed, getting the tiger to spin around, facing him towards the bed. “All fours, like I said." Without further ado, Max got down to his knees and bent forward. He hiked his tail up, the striped fur flicking back and forth with excitement. Alec eyed that muscled ass in front of his muzzle with a hunger in his eyes. Max didn't skimp out on any of his workouts, but the male in front of him had a pretty spectacular ass. Alec couldn't wait to sink his knot into that tiger butt and feel him squeeze around his cock.

Alec leaned forward, tongue out, then paused. He looked along Max's body, back just slightly arched. The tiger was looking directly at his boyfriend still slobbering over Marcus' big dick. From this position, they could better see the older tiger's thick thighs flexing, the white fur practically glowing in the light now that they were used to it, the black stripes breaking up his figure but still shining dimly.

To the left, Ian's legs trembled as he pushed his ass back into Marcus' face, and the tiger had his paws wrapped around the young wolf's thighs, pulling him back into that striped muzzle. Both of them were moaning and growling, a muted buzz around whatever they had in their mouth at the moment. Alec watched for a moment, long enough for Max to glance back over his shoulder. The tiger wiggled his ass invitingly.

Alec shook his head. “You can't be the only one without a busy muzzle, Max." He spoke loudly enough to be heard over the moans. “Slide forward a bit and help my son suck your dad off."

The words produced a momentary stillness, Ian pausing in the act of bobbing his head down, and Marcus' sloppy licking noises pausing. Alec watched Max's face twist into something between lust and guilt, and he turned his head to look first at his boyfriend, then towards his dad's face. For a moment, they wait for the big tiger's response. Then Marcus pushed Ian's legs up a bit, looking underneath the wolf's dick dangling in front of his face. “Well, kitty? I'm big enough for two. Don't forget my balls."

Max knelt there for a second, then crawled forward to rest his arms on the edge of the bed. He leaned forward and pressed his head up next to Ian, then gave a tentative lick on his dad's shaft. Alec breathed out. He wasn't sure if he'd been crossing a line, but they'd been practically running towards this all day. Marcus snorted at the lick. “I've had better blowjobs from guys who'd never touched a dick before, Max. I saw you sucking off Alec. Give me some love."

Alec couldn't see Max's face, but the tiger leaned forward, more determined, and started to give the big tiger's shaft long licks, up and down. Ian resumed his motions, and Alec watched his son meet Max in the middle of the tiger's cock for a kiss, each on one side, wrapping their mouths around it.

“Damn buddy, thanks for that." Marcus said. “We'll have to get you in between them sometime." The tiger growled at another set of licks from their sons. “Now eat that ass and fuck him, unless you're gonna make me do both of them tonight.

Max flicked his tail against Alec's face without stopping his blowjob, so Alec turned back to his own prize. The wolf dove in muzzle first, pressing his nose under Max's flicking tail. He breathed in the scent, letting that heady feeling before a fuck start to overwhelm him, his jaws parted, his tongue lolling out, covered in saliva. Alec started licking, keeping his face pressed up hard, trailing his tongue across that puckered hole. His spit soaked into that short striped fur, soaked into that musky, bitter skin.

Alec couldn't slow down. He quickly gave up licking the surface and started to wiggle the tip of his tongue at the young tiger's entrance. He imagined what Marcus was doing just then to his own son. Well, he wouldn't be outdone. He salivated, breath huffing in and out, warm moist air filling his lungs as he worked his tongue deeper into Max's ass. He started to push it in, then pulled it out to lick over his chops, panting, drooling onto that ass. Alec leaned forward on his knees, pushing at the tiger, trying to get his muzzle closer, his tongue deeper into that warm cavern.

He moved his paws from Max's ass to reach around and grab his thighs from the front. He spared his left paw to fondle the feline's nuts, rub along his shaft, trailing a digit over the tip to lube up that barbed cock. He used his other paw to pull Max back onto his muzzle, using every bit of leverage to get deep. He felt the young tiger moaning, and separate from that vocalization, a deep purr that rumbled through his whole body. Alec growled too, short sounds, almost barks, as he pulled and pushed and slobbered all over that delectable college kid ass.

Suddenly Max pushed back hard against his muzzle, shuffling his knees back a bit. Alec retreated, pulling his face back. The warm air of the dorm room, filled with the smells of sex and a little sweat, seems almost cold after having his head stuffed under the tiger's tail. He looked up to see what was going on.

Ian was shifting around again, a desperation to his movements. Marcus was helping him, pulling his knee across the older tiger's body so that Ian was straddling his stomach. The bed above their heads forced Alec's son to lean forward, and Alec watched his son lift his tail up high, as he slowly lowered his ass towards the black monstrosity beneath him. Marcus' cock shone with a mix of the two college guys' spit and the tiger's own precum. The older wolf could see his son's ass glistened too, trails of saliva running down it.

Marcus looked at Alec and Max. “Line me up, son. Put me right inside your boyfriend." Max leaned forward again, having backed off for Ian to spin around. His paw reached out and grabbed his dad's cock at the base, holding it straight up. Marcus looked at Alec. “You ready? Let's take 'em together."

“Fuck yeah I'm ready," Alec replied. The older wolf straightened up, shuffling forward on his knees to press up behind Max's ass. He grabbed his cock by the knot to guide him beneath the tiger's tail. He poked twice before he found that warm, slick opening. He felt himself throb, precum drooling out of his tip. He smeared it around Max's whole, lubing the tiger up. Alec leaned forward over the young feline to growl “Hope you're really ready. My son's big, but my knot is gonna have you walking funny for a week."

“I'm counting on it," Max growled back. He let his knees slip out wider on the duvet, arching his back.

Alec looked at Ian. “Give him a ride, son, what are you waiting for?" Ian grineed, then started to sit back. Alec watched as Max tilted his dad's dick, keeping the big tiger cock lined up with the young wolf's hole. As he watched his son hit the tip, then slowly open up to accept it, Alec pressed himself forward.

The two dad's let out twin groans of pleasure as they entered their lovers, feeling the tight, warm holes stretch around their tips. Their sons gave almost identical moans as they were entered. Alec continued pushing, waiting for a call from Max to stop. About halfway in, the tiger hissed. The older wolf halted immediately. “Just, give me a sec. Fuck me."

“He is," joked Marcus. The older tiger had a look of bliss on his face. Ian was going slower than Max and Alec, but he wasn't stopping. His face had a mixture of pleasure and concentration as he sank further down, inch after inch of tiger cock vanishing into his ass. Ian reached down gingerly with a paw and found Max's clenched one, resting it on top.

“Really? Dad jokes, while you fuck us?"

“I thought the whole attraction was that we were your dads," Alec added. He waited as patiently as he could, but he wanted so badly to bury his dick in this tiger and start fucking like a real wolf.

“You're not my dad," Max said, emphasizing the my.

“He could be your father in law," the older tiger replied.

“Fuck you," Max growled.

“Maybe if you're lucky," Marcus murmured. Alec wasn't sure Max heard, as he focused on relaxing.

“Ok, keep going. Slowly."

Alec started pressing forward again. He watched his own red shaft disappear into that striped ass, felt Max clenching around him despite his efforts to relax. The tiger didn't call for another break though, so the big wolf kept pushing. He watched his knot get closer and closer. He looked up, and saw his son finally sink all the way down. His furry cheeks came to rest on the older tigers thick thighs, grey blending with the black and white. Ian let out a slow exhale.

“Fuck Marcus, you're thick."

“Thickest you've ever had?"

Ian shook his head. He glanced at Alec, but he said “Almost. Had a moose not that long ago. Honestly, not sure I could take you without that."

Alec felt his knot press up against something warm. “There you go, son. All in but the knot."

Max breathed out a sigh of relief. “I knew you were longer than Ian, but it felt like you just kept pushing in more dick. If you went much longer you'd be hitting my stomach."

“Well, my knot's probably another couple inches at least."

“Knots I can handle. After you fuck me a little looser, at least."

“Your wish is my command." Alec pulled back a couple inches, then thrust himself back in. He got a hiss from the tiger he was buried in. Marcus chuckled at his son's expression.

“You did ask for it, kiddo." The big tiger flexed his thigh muscles, bouncing Ian a little. The young wolf's cock stood straight out from his body, jumping up and down. It drooled precum onto Marcus' stomach. Ian took the hint and raised himself up a couple inches, then sat back down. “Fucking hell, I thought you had a good mouth, but you've got an ass to match." He looked at Alec. “Is all wolf butt this good?"

Alec smirked, thrusting again into Max. He didn't even try to push his knot in, but he already felt the rising pressure in his loins just from entering the young tiger. “I'll let you try mine if you let me try yours." Marcus raised his head from the pillows and looked at his son.

“Is that dick worth it, son?" he asked Max. “Never gotten fucked before."

“I wouldn't try it first, dad," Max replied. His voice jumped whenever Alec thrust into him. “Maybe me or Ian could warm you up. But it's some pretty good dick, yeah."

“Pretty good dick?" Alec asked in disbelief.

“Maybe if you stopped talking so much and fucked him, dad, he'd raise his opinion." Ian said.

Alec looked at his son for a moment, then leaned over Max and grabbed his shoulders. Then he started to fuck him. He didn't go immediately into hard, fast thrusts. That wasn't always good sex. But he did start to take long strokes, and when he pushed back in, he made sure Max felt every inch. The tiger growled and purred beneath him, and Alec reached underneath him to put a paw on the tiger's cock. He stroked up and down in time with his thrusts. The big wolf leaned over to angle his thrusts down a bit more, aiming to put pressure on Max's prostate.

Before too long, Max's deliberate purrs and growls were turning into something more frantic. In front of them, Ian had taken charge, riding Marcus til the big tiger was growling like a rocket engine. Nobody cared about the noise right then. Alec watched that black cock appear, sliding out of his son's ass, before Ian leaned back and slammed his ass down. He could see the barbs slicked with precum and spit, and knew they must be rubbing Ian the right way. Indeed, his son's face was euphoric.

Alec suddenly pulled all the way out. He was starting to make some headway with his knot, but he wanted better leverage. “Stand up, Max. Go bend over your dad." Max had turned his head around at the sudden stop, but at Alec's words, the tiger got to his paws and stepped forward, bending low with his legs spread wide. He leaned under the bed, putting his head and chest between Ian and Marcus, resting his front paws on the other side of the mattress.

“Perfect," Alec growled. The big wolf grabbed his knot and slapped his cock a few times at Max's hole, sliding his tip around and teasing the tiger some. Then he leaned forward and thrust back in, going to the hilt in one thrust. Max moaned at the sensation.

Marcus was thrusting up into Ian now. Alec had his paw on the young tiger's dick and he could feel Marcus' furred stomach brushing his paw with each thrust upwards. He moved his paw and placed it on Max's back, pushing down a little. The older wolf bent his knees as Max slid his legs wider. This let Marcus brush his son's dick with each push upwards.

“Fuck," Marcus whispered, his head tilted back, his body pushing upwards as Ian rode his cock. “Fuck!" he said louder. “Shit, I'm not gonna last long like this. Let me switch positions."

“No," Alec said. He put a paw on Marcus' chest as the tiger tried to rise. “Let my son ride that load out of you. We got all night." The big wolf never stopped thrusting. He was pushing now, at the end of each thrust, working his hips side to side to stretch Max for his knot. The big cat was vibrating with his purrs, and starting to thrust his back, and hump his dick into his dad's stomach below him, undulating his hips in circles.

Marcus looked at him with big eyes, then looked at Ian. Alec's son was watching the big tiger, never looking at his own dad less than a foot away. The four of them fucked hard now, tangled in their positions, sweating and filling the air with the smells of sex.

Marcus growled and lifted his paws to Ian's hips. “Fuck it. I'm gonna fuck this load outta you quick, pup." The tiger started to assist Ian, his muscles straining as he tried to lift Ian up and pull him down onto his bucking cock. Alec felt himself throbbing inside his own tiger as he watched the display.

Suddenly Ian's face contorted. The wolf had been holding a confident expression, but now he had a face any man would recognize. “Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

Marcus lifted his paws off Ian's hips and grabbed his own son's head. “Swallow his load, Max. Every drop!" he ordered. Without question Max turned his head and engulfed Ian's throbbing red rocket to the knot in one go. Ian tried to throw back his head and pressed against the mesh of the bed frame above him as his orgasm crashed over him. Before he could howl, Alec leaned forward and grabbed his son's head, pulling them into a crushing kiss. Ian's muscles tensed, then gave out and he sat down fully on Marcus throbbing cock. Alec felt his son's muzzle vibrate as he tried to howl, but the big wolf kept their lips locked together, his tongue invading his son's muzzle, licking all over him. The big tiger pushed down on his son's head over the young wolf's lap, and Alec could see the older bengal's own muscles trembling and twitching, as his breaths came in gasps. He filled Ian with tiger cum, as the wolf's load shot into Max's throat.

Alec rode out their orgasms, feeling himself throb, but not quite reach the edge. He didn't think Max did either, with the lack of clenching on his dick. After several moments, Alec broke the kiss with his son. The two wolves panted, locking eyes. After a moment, Ian looked down at Max and Marcus. “Fucked and sucked by a father and son. That's new for me."

Marcus opened his mouth as Max pulled his muzzle off his boyfriend's dick, but Alec growled and reached an arm down to pull Max's chest up to his. The motion sent waves of stimulation through both of them as the tiger's ass flexed and shifted around the wolf cock buried in him. “Pillow talk after we get our rocks off, gents. Keep that mouth open Marcus."

Alec shuffled to the left tugging Max along with his arm around him and his dick lodged in the feline's ass. Max went, starting to ask “What are you doi-"

Alec thrust forward. He had slipped half out of Max in their walk, so he slid home and then pushed the male forward. Marcus had seen what was coming and turned his head to the side, mouth wide, as Max's dick shoved into his mouth. Max cut off with a strangled noise as his father swallowed him to the root. Alec immediately started thrusting again, both of them standing upright. He focused on his knot, pulling Max's hips back into him, forcing his one leg forward. With each push, he felt that hole stretching wider around him, and Max was into it now, thrusting into his dad's mouth and then throwing his ass back.

With a growl, Alec felt his knot push all the way through. Max's hole squeezed tight on his knot, and Alec quickly bit into the tiger's shoulder - gently - to keep himself from howling. He felt his cock throb hard, shooting jets of wolf cum into his son's boyfriend, painting his guts white. Max clenched around him, milking his balls, and Alec knew he was cumming down his dad's throat then too. Slowly, they wound down, the pulses growing weaker with each one until Alec felt his dick twitching occasionally in that warm tunnel. He was fully knotted with the tiger, feeling that fuzzy ass pressed against his balls and groin.

Alec forced his jaws to unlatch, checking hurriedly for bite marks. He hadn't really intended the mating bite, but he hadn't really been thinking much either. He'd held himself back though, and there were only indentations in the fur.

“So how do I compare to the other tigers you've tasted, dad?" Max was asking.

Alec leaned forward to look over his shoulder. Marcus was laying back on the pillows, licking his chops. He had a satisfied look on his face. “A little sweeter, actually. Most guys I've tried are a bit bitter and musky, like your boyfriend here." He gestured at Ian, who was still sitting, sweaty and hard, on top of the big tiger's cock.

“Damn Max," Alec said. “Forget how your load tasted. Your ass was fantastic."

“I aim to please. But uh, maybe we could sit down or something? I'm not looking forward to standing like this forever."

“Right. Uh, think we could borrow the bed, gents? I'm not sure we can make it all the way down to the floor without me pulling Stripes' whole backside out."

Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Knots are that difficult to deal with huh?" Ian was already shifting himself around, preparing to stand up.

“Yeah they're a real pain in the ass." The young wolf said. He stared back at everyone's glares. “You all wanted to say it, don't lie." The wolf grimaced a little. “I think when I stand up I'm gonna ruin these sheets."

“Well, do it now or do it later, I doubt it makes a difference," Max said. “Could you hurry up?"

“I'm going!" Ian tensed and slowly leaned forward, lifting himself off the barbed tiger cock he'd impaled himself with. “Ah - ouch. Those barbs are a lot cooler when I'm horny." Marcus shrugged.

“Normally people I'm with wait a few minutes for my dick to go soft." The tiger shivered. “Makes them a lot less troublesome, and it doesn't make me twitch like this." The three of them watched as the big tiger's still somewhat hard erection was revealed while Ian sat forward. When he got it all the way out, the black cock flopped downwards, and cum started drooling out of the canine's ass.

“Clench up buttercup," Max said.

“Shut up," Ian replied. “Let me get a towel. Keep it on you Marcus. You can shower, but I don't want to sleep on damp sheets all night."

“Very true," the tiger said. He used a paw to dam the flow off his thigh. Ian walked over, bowlegged, to his closet and returned with a towel to start wiping down the tiger. After a few seconds, Marcus rolled himself off the bed, and stood up, cock drooping and pulling back into his sheath. Ian's was still out and proud, the angry red color vivid in the darkness. “After you."

Alec turned him and Max around, the two of them moving slowly. Max had obviously done this once or twice with his son, but Alec was a pro. That didn't mean the two of them didn't twitch and tremble as the wolf's fat knot shifted inside the tiger's clenched ass, but they managed to sit down together. “Ok, now we shift back a bit on the bed together… perfect. And now onto our sides," Alec coached Max through the process until the two of them were laying spooned on the lower bunk bed.

Max looked up at his dad, still standing there naked, his crotch and muzzle still shiny with fluids. “Never thought my dad would see me cuddled up after a fuck like this."

“Its just sex, kiddo. Enjoy yourself. I'm the guest here in your place." He turned to Ian. “Guess we get the floor for now, pup."

Ian put the towel down over the duvet and gently lowered himself down onto it. “Movie time?"

They resumed watching the movie. Alec was much more attentive now that he wasn't quite so horny. It was always nice just relaxing with a warm lover, tied together intimately. It also helped that Alec knew this probably wasn't the end of the night, but for now he was content to let everyone recover. He wondered if he'd be fucking Max again, or someone else.

Just that morning, the thought of fucking his son would have had him in palpitations. Now… he still wasn't sure how to feel about it all, but it made him horny, and he shifted a little with his knot still stuck in Max. The tiger rumbled against his chest. “I figured you'd wait until you were out for round two," he whispered back to Alec.

Alec flexed his hips a little to keep that delightful purr going. “Can't help it when I've got such a sexy tiger wrapped around my cock," he whispered back. The two settled down again after a few moments of grinding.

Maybe he should just fuck Max again. Or Marcus. But the wolf couldn't get the vision out of his head, of his son riding Marcus' fat cock for all he was worth, of the young wolf emptying his balls down his boyfriend's throat. In his mind's eye, he pictured the scene as he fucked his son on his back, one paw on the canine's knot while he put a load into him. He felt his cock stir, and he sternly forced the thoughts from his head for now.

They watched the movie for a while longer. After another fifteen minutes or so, Alec shifted and felt himself moving around in Max's ass. “Think I'm good to pull out?" he whispered to the tiger. Max nodded and braced himself, so Alec slowly pulled back with his hips. There was a moment of resistance, then his knot popped out of the feline's well-fucked hole. Immediately Alec felt himself getting softer, and he pulled his hips back more to let the rest of his shaft slide out.

Alec used a paw to push his dick down between their bodies as Max snuggled his butt back up against the wolf. It would take another couple of minutes before he fully retracted into his sheath. The canine felt a wetness spreading over his crotch as his cum leaked out of the tiger's hole, but it was only a little bit. They were all going to have to hit the showers eventually anyway.

Laying there, warm and quiet and intimate, was nice. Alec had come up here to spend some quality time with his son. He'd missed Ian since the young wolf went off to college. Did it really matter if they spent some time emptying their balls before they relaxed together like this? Did it change their relationship if Alec was the one cumming into his son's ass instead of the big tiger sitting in front of him? Probably not, not for them.

The four of them let the movie play out in it's entirety, watching the colorful animation work its way through the scenes on screen. It apparently did keep Ian and Marcus' attention, because he didn't notice them rolling around on the floor together. But when the film ended and the room went dark, it was like a switch flipped.

Alec lay there, muzzle pressed against Max's neck, inhaling the young male's scent and feeling his warm body pressed into every curve of the older wolf's. Without the sound from the tv he could hear everyone breathing, hear them shifting around. Marcus broke the stillness, leaning to the side and turning his head so he could see the pair on the bed as well as Ian. “I got at least one more in me before bed, boys. Who wants it?"

Alec held his breath. If Ian spoke up, or if Max didn't want to pair up with his dad, the older wolf would end up paired with someone other than his son. And he realized now he really wanted to fuck Ian.

Luckily, Max spoke up. “Well uh, if you're cool with it… dad. I'll help you out." The tiger's tail twitched against Alec's body, and he felt the feline fidgeting nervously. In the darkness it was hard to see Marcus' expression, but the older tiger seemed to regard his son steadily.

Finally he said “I usually prefer a little more enthusiasm from my partners, Max. If you're still unsure, maybe we should wait a little -"

That was as far as he got, because Max growled and pushed himself over on the bed to press his muzzle against his dad's. Alec watched and listened as the young tiger pulled the older one in for a kiss. Marcus seemed surprised for a moment, but before long the big feline had started running his paws all along his son's body, and the noises their mouths were making were pretty intense.

Alec tore his eyes away as Max and his dad shifted to a better position and looked past the writhing tigers to meet his son's eyes, glowing faintly in the light from outside the window. “Guess that means its you and me, son. If you're ok with that." Alec waited, knowing he could not be the one to make a first move here. His son, his kid, had to make this leap. Slowly, Ian stood up. Alec leaned forward, trying to see better, to take in every inch of his son's body as the young wolf began to climb onto the bed. Ian straddled him, and began shuffling up Alec's body. To the side, Max rolled off the bed completely and sat on the floor with his dad, the two still making lewd noises.

Ian stopped when his crotch was level with Alec's. Slowly, sensually, the wolf placed his paws on Alec's abs, just above his crotch, then slid them up his chest. The young canine lowered his body as he slipped forward, his sheath starting to press together with Alec's. Alec let his son bring their faces together, holding himself back from just grabbing his son's head and pulling him into a kiss.

His son laid down fully atop him, balls laying on top of each other, chest fur rubbing together. Ian brought his muzzle close to Alec's ear and whispered, “I want this."

Alec felt a thrill run through him at those soft words. It electrified him, hearing that from his own son. Firmly, Alec lifted his paws and grabbed his son's ass, lying on top of him, squeezing and massaging those globes. He humped his hips up a little, mashing their sheaths together. “Then I'll be a good dad and give my son what he wants," Alec whispered back. He tilted his head slightly, and Ian came in for a kiss, his son's arms sliding around beneath his neck and shoulders. The two wolves pulled themselves together, lips locked, tongues exploring each other's muzzles.

Alec felt hot, sweat breaking out of every pore. He felt needy, his cock spilling out his sheath in moments to press in between their warm bodies. He felt his son's dick slipping out too, and the older wolf squeezed a paw in between them to feel it, caress it. No more gentle touches, eyeing it from across the locker room. He had his boy in his paws.

Ian broke their kiss and levered himself up on one elbow. He used his own paw to reach down and grab his dad's length. Alec felt himself throb with need. He had to fuck this young wolf, had to knot him, empty his balls into that firm, fine ass. He growled, almost whimpering, as he felt Ian gently but expertly slip his sheath down around the big canine's knot. The air felt cool, almost frigid compared to the heat coming off his red rocket.

Alec returned the favor, slipping his other paw off his son's ass and using them both to ease Ian's knot out of hiding. The two didn't say anything, just grinding their hips together, a paw on each other's cock, panting and growling. Alec spared a glance for the tigers on the floor, but in the dark all he could really make out was a tangled mass of black and white striped limbs. He heard growls and yips, but he wasn't even sure who was on top, if there was a top.

Alec turned his attention back to his son. The young wolf was looking at him, and Alec was fascinated to see that face twisted in lust. Alec had seen this boy come out of the womb, always with an innocent expression, whether loving or laughing or angry or frustrated. But now, Alec saw the face of a horny wolf, and he barely reconciled it with the image of his son in his head. It was indescribably hot.

“What do you want to do, dad?" Ian said. He had stopped whispering, but his voice was still pitched low, and husky. Need colored that low growl of a question. “Sixty-nine? Frot?"

Alec moved his paws around to grab his son around the back. With a twist, he pulled Ian to the side. The young wolf went with it, and Alec rolled them over, shifting as they went to stay on the bed's narrow frame, until the older wolf was on top, hips pressed together with his arms holding his chest up. “I want to fuck you," Alec growled. He started moving his paws to grab his son's legs and spread them, lifting them up to give him better access. His cock throbbed, dripping precum onto his son's furry sheath and balls beneath him.

“Right away? No foreplay old man?"

Alec growled and brought his face low. He felt himself getting lost in his own lust, unable to hold back with this horny, needy wolf underneath him. He watched his son's cock bounce and throb as Ian got himself even more excited. “You just took a fat tiger cock almost the size of my knot. His cum's still in there to lube you up. I'm going to fuck you," he finished.

Alec let his length trail down over his son's, dribbling more wolf cum onto that shaft, so similar to his own. His tip slid over Ian's knot, then the fuzzy sheath, until it poked into the young wolf's nuts. Alec stopped for a second, letting himself throb, staining his kid's balls with his own seed. Then he moved down some more, sliding forward down the crack of Ian's ass until he felt his tip brush something warm and wet and inviting.

Alec locked eyes with his son, holding the young canine's legs up by the knees, bending him almost in half. He pressed his hips forwards, feeling Marcus' cum slide over his tip while his own pre added to the lubrication. He claimed his son, the tiger's sloppy seconds, pressing in slowly but never stopping. Below him, Ian's eyes tightened, and a hiss came out of him as he was penetrated by his dad. But the wolf's cock throbbed between them, flicking drops of pre onto his already stained ab fur.

The big wolf hunched over, driving his cock into that warm hole, feeling it slip in with ease. His son took dick like a champ, and Marcus really had loosened him up. The feelings in the older wolf's mind spun around. He was fucking the cum from a strange man into his own son. And it was one of the hottest things he'd ever done.

His knot pressed against something warm and fuzzy, and Alec relaxed his hips, stopping his inward push. “Great job, son," he told Ian. “Not sure I've ever hilted myself in somebody's ass so easily."

“I loosened him up for you," a voice said from the side. The wolve's glanced over, and though it was still a tangle of limbs in the dark, the outline of a tiger head could be seen turned their way. It appeared Marcus had won the brief wrestling match with his son and had the younger tiger pinned. “You like slipping right into your kid still leaking my load buddy?" he continued.

“Pretty fucking nice," Alec replied. “How'd I do with your son?"

“Went in like a dream," Marcus growled. “That knot of yours has him looser than a -" the older tiger cut off with a gasping growl as the figure below him moved.

“You wanna call me loose again, pops?" Max said from the floor. “Sounds like I got a grip on you."

“Goddamn you got a grip," the older tiger panted. “Can't believe you can clench on me like that after that wolf split you in half. Ian, you scored with my kid, damn."

“You should let him fuck you," Ian said from beneath Alec. The young wolf shifted slightly, and Alec throbbed inside his son, wanting to move, to fuck. “He'll have you seeing stars."

“Yeah Marcus, you'll need somebody to loosen you up before you take my knot," Alec added. “You've got a ways to go before you catch up to the rest of us in bottoming."

“Who says I want to bottom?"

“Fair's fair. I'll let you fuck me, if I can fuck you. And you don't want me to be your first." Alec finished.

“No you definitely do not." Ian said, shifting again. “Ok dad, I'm ready."

Alec looked down at his son, one paw grabbing Ian's cock and rubbing pre all up and down it, the other gently massaging the young wolf's abs. Alec could feel the bulge his length made beneath his son's fur. “I know I'm supposed to last longer on my second one -"

“Third one today," Max corrected from the floor. Alec could hear muffled sounds of flesh slapping together as the young tiger got pounded by his dad.

“Third one," Alec amended. “But I think this is gonna be a quick ride. You feel so good, Ian."

“Then fuck me hard, dad. I can take it."

Alec growled, then pulled his cock halfway out and shoved it back in. Ian let out another hiss of breath, but his eyes were steady and defiant. Alec didn't consider himself super dominant or anything, but seeing his son look at him like that, like Alec couldn't possibly fuck him hard enough to make him lose his composure… it flipped a switch in the older wolf's brain. Alec started moving his hips, sliding his thick shaft out and slamming it back in.

Beneath them, the bed creaked and groaned while Alec put his son through his paces. The wolves slammed their bodies together, Alec sliding his paw up and down his son's shaft, twisting the slick paw pads around and occasionally squeezing the young wolf's knot. With every thrust and pump, Ian growled and panted, his ass clenching rhythmically on his dad's dick. Within a minute, Alec was pulling out almost to the tip, and fucking the young canine with every inch of his cock.

He pulled his son's knees up, rising up on his back paws, so he could hammer down into that delicious ass. With every thrust now his knot pressed up against his son's hole, and Alec started to really grind it in. His furry balls slapped against Ian's ass, the wet sounds of Alec masturbating his kid getting even louder as he felt his son stiffen in his paw.

Alec felt his balls drawing up against his body. He had Ian folded up in half now, and the young wolf's eyes were clenched shut as he whimpered and growled, but he never asked to stop. So the big wolf slammed his hips down and pushed, his back paws digging into the bedsheets, his back arched to thrust his knot into that warm hole. And with a sudden motion, Alec slipped all the way inside his son.

Alec threw back his head and howled, losing himself in the sensation. Ian joined him a moment later, father and son locked in their orgasm together. Alec felt that tightness wrapped around every inch of his cock, squeezing his knot as he throbbed like a steel bar. He painted Ian's guts white, his balls drawn up tight against that furry ass. His paw was wrapped around the young wolf's pulsing knot as he fucked his son to completion.

Slowly, as his throbbing cock spat a few last shots of wolf cum into Ian's ass, Alec came down off his high. He let his legs relax, sliding him backwards as Ian unfolded a bit, both of them panting hard. Impulsively Alec leaned down and initiated the kiss. They were past the point where he would let Ian lead every time. He'd just fucked a load into his son. It was a bit late for recriminations.

Ian broke their kiss, panting hard. He opened his mouth to say something, but a pounding on the wall right next to the bed interrupted him. A muffled voice yelled “Put a gag in jackass! People are trying to sleep!"

The two wolves looked at each other for a moment before they burst out laughing. They quickly stopped - laughing made Alec's cock bounce around in his son's ass and they were both too sensitive right now.

“I might not mention to anybody now that you were my dad if the guys in the hall ask who stayed the night." Ian said.

“Goddamn you two are loud," Marcus said to the side. He and Max were slumped on top of each other, and Alec could smell the sharp scent he was recognizing as tiger cum, even over the smells of two wolves having sex. “The whole place is gonna know we were fucking."

“As long as it doesn't happen again tonight or the next couple nights nobody will say anything," Ian replied. “Everybody has sex in college."

“Usually not with their dads, though," Max added from the darkness beneath his father.

“Well they don't know what they're missing out on," Marcus said. “You realize whenever you come home for the holidays we're going to have to find some time to do this again, right Max?"

“Sure. Otherwise, when am I gonna have time to get under your tail?" Max responded. Alec could hear the smirk in the tiger's voice.

“Maybe you should find a nice couple first, Marcus" Alec suggested. “Get some other guy's dick up your ass first before you try your son, little practice with the missus there to help you through it. Know anybody with a nice sized cock that'll fuck another guy?"

Marcus grumbled a bit, but he did say “Yeah… I might know a couple guys. The way these boys howl with a dick up their tailpipe, I'm thinking I'm missing out on something."

“I wanna hear Alec howl like that while he gets fucked," Max said.

Alec just smirked, although the tiger probably couldn't see in the darkness. Slowly, he leaned forward again, and rolled with Ian onto their sides. It took some doing with Ian's legs bent wide around his dad's hips, but they managed eventually. “We're stuck here for a while, if you cats want to hit the showers first," Ian said. “Probably best if we don't all show up covered in cum just in case there's some people still up."

Marcus grunted and seemed to separate himself from his son. The big tiger stood slowly, knees cracking. “Been a while since a fuck on the floor. I'm getting too old for this shit." He stood and Alec saw the outline as the Bengal tiger stretched his body out. The older wolf could just see the bouncing outline of the tiger's cock standing out from his body, though it was retracting quickly.

Marcus turned and started hunting on the floor for towels. “I gotta piss anyway. Want to shower Max?" Max stood up and started gathering his own things. The two tigers left quickly, leaving Alec in the dark with his son.

Alec shifted, feeling at the tie between them. Ian grunted. “I've only been knotted a couple times. Feels weird being on the receiving end."

“You get used to it," Alec said. They lay there in silence for a few moments. Not uncomfortable silence, but not quite as sanguine as before when Alec had been tied with Max. The older wolf reached up a paw and rested it on Ian's cheek. “You are ok with this, right?"

Ian placed his own paw on top of his dad's. “I am dad, really. I wanted this. Still want this. If I'd known I could've had a stud like you fucking me like that for years now -"

“No," Alec said sternly. “You had to be an adult. I'm still not sure this is right, but I trusted you to make a decision about college, about Max. If I trust you to do all that, why shouldn't I trust you when you say you want this?"

The two of them were silent for a moment, and then Ian leaned forward slightly and kissed his father gently on the nose. “I love you dad." Before long, the two of them drifted off to doze until the tigers returned so they could shower.

There was nobody in the bathroom, and the two wolves cleaned up quickly, then brushed their teeth and prepared for bed. When they returned, Marcus and Max were standing in the room, the light on.

“How are we doing sleeping arrangements?" Marcus asked. “Father and son?"

Ian looked at Alec for a moment, then turned to Marcus and said “I can see my dad whenever I go home, and I live with Max. Can I sleep with you, Marcus?"

The big tiger grinned. “I'll take anybody here, really. You're the bottom bunk right?"

“That's me."

The older feline stripped off the boxer's he'd briefly had on to walk back from the showers, and climbed into the bed. Alec unwrapped the towel he'd worn and climbed up behind Max, taking the time to leer at the finely sculpted ass in front. Max swiped his nose with his tail as he climbed. Ian waited by the door until the two of them were up before he flicked the lights and padded over to climb into the bottom bunk.

Alec shifted around with Max, finally ending up on the wall side of the bed, spooning the young tiger. His sheath pressed between the tiger's ass, but for now, he was too tired to care. He just snuggled up close and let his breathing deepen as Max quieted too, until they both passed into sleep. His last thought was wondering what else they'd get up to next.

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Marcus was awoken by soft squeaks and groaning of metal above him. For a moment, he was disoriented. He shifted, the lumpy mattress underneath him nothing like his own bed. And the paw resting on the body next to him didn't feel Alicia's soft, short fur.

Marcus' eyes slowly came open, and the previous day came back to him. He was in his son's dorm room, which explained the shitty mattress. And Alicia wasn't next to him because his wife was at home, and instead his paw was resting on his son's roommate/boyfriend Ian. Marcus flicked his eyes downward without moving his head and saw the grey wolf pressed against him on his side, one arm draped over Marcus' stomach. The kid's sheath was pressed up against the big tiger's thigh - although from the feel of it, the wolf was having a good dream, good enough to have his sheath plumped up with a bit of red peeking out.

Marcus focused his attention above him, where the noises were coming from. The bunk bed on top sat on a wire mesh frame, and the tiger could see it creaking and shifting from some motion above him. And now that he was awake he could hear - and smell - the sounds of somebody having a little fun up there. Low, wet sounds of some male on male sex.

Marcus reached up his right paw and rapped the mesh. “If you're fucking up there and you bring this shitty bed down on top of me, I'm gonna be pissed," he said in a low voice.

The noises stopped for a moment. “I'm not fucking him," Alec replied. The grey wolf was up there with Max, Marcus' son. “Your son woke me up and was a little hungry for some sausage gravy, so I'm being a good dad and feeding him."

The big tiger's sheath twitched at the words. The sounds above him resumed, and now Marcus could picture the scene, his own son going down on the big wolf, swallowing his whole cock to the knot. He could picture it vividly because he had seen it happen yesterday, in the sauna, when Max had swallowed a load of wolf cum while the young wolf next to him in bed right now had gargled Marcus' nut.

The lewd scenes continued to play out in the Bengal tiger's head, and he reached a paw down to massage his furry sheath as his black cock started to spill out. The shaft slid across the striped fur on his belly as the noises above him got a little louder. Marcus could now make out the slurping sounds of a well trained cocksucker going down on a big cock.

Marcus took his left paw off Ian's back and slid it down to fondle the wolf's sheath. The tiger felt the young canine shifting until a low voice said “Nice way to wake up."

“You're telling me. Your boyfriend woke your dad up with a blowjob."

Ian lifted his head off the tiger's chest to look at Marcus. “No striped cat is gonna get the better of me," and started to shift himself towards the foot of the bed. The big feline sighed as he felt his cock slip into the wolf's hungry mouth.

“That's what I was hoping you'd say," he murmured. He lay there, feeling supremely relaxed as he was serviced, running his paws over Ian's head and shoulders. The wolf was very skilled. In a few minutes, he had Marcus curling his paws and humping his hips up lightly. “Gonna fill up that muzzle," he warned Ian. The wolf's reply was to start going faster, and seconds later Marcus groaned softly as he came. He felt his cock throb as he emptied his nuts into the wolf's willing throat.

“Good pup," he said lazily as Ian pulled off his spit slickened dick. “Here, I don't want to clean cum off my fur again." Marcus shifted himself back up against the headboard of the bed and opened his own mouth wide. Ian rolled over from his side to straddle Marcus and shuffled on his knees to feed the big tiger his angry red rocket.

Marcus welcomed the drooling tip into his muzzle, one paw massaging Ian's fuzzy nuts while the other grabbed a pawful of ass and used it to control the wolf's thrusts into his mouth. Marcus had never yet taken anything larger than a few fingers up his ass, but the tiger had serviced quite a few males with his muzzle over the years swinging with his wife. It tended to happen a lot if the women got frisky and the guys had nothing else to do. And he had gotten quite used to having nuts slap his chin while he ate out a woman getting fucked in one hole or another above his muzzle.

Besides, those older guys required a lot of work compared to a horny college kid, especially one who loved sucking Marcus off so much. Barely a minute after starting Marcus was gripping Ian's knot while the wolf fucked his throat and his cock shot jets of hot canine cum down his gullet. The wolf had his head bowed and pressed against the wall to mute his need to howl while he orgasmed, but Marcus still heard plenty of growling and whimpering from the canine.

He heard similar noises above shortly after he finished sucking Ian off, and then the springs of the bed above settled down.

“Ahh, that takes the edge off. Thanks Max," Marcus heard Alec say.

Ian raised an eyebrow at Marcus, who rolled his eyes. “Thanks for sucking me off, Ian." The tiger leaned in. “I figured a return blowjob meant thank you already in every language."

The young wolf grinned. “It's certainly a good start, but it never hurts to hear a thank you. And thank you for swallowing my load, Marcus."

“Aren't you two such gentlemen," Alec said climbing down the ladder. The older grey wolf's cock still swung and bounced with every movement, sticking out from his toned body with the knot still in evidence.

“Sometimes I feel sorry for you boys," Marcus said. The big tiger reached down and rubbed a digit around Ian's own still erect penis. “These knots make it very difficult for a quickie."

“Only makes it tough if people around care that my dick stays out. You clearly don't mind," Ian replied.

“I just had that in my mouth. But you can't exactly run to the bathroom for a while, can you?"

“That's true," Ian conceded.

“You get used to it," Alec added. The big wolf gently rubbed his knot. “Besides, I wouldn't feel right without it. And I haven't been in too many situations where it's a problem. Our sauna fling was the closest I've come in a while to having a problem in public."

Max climbed down behind the older wolf. Like the other men he wore nothing but his striped fur, and like his father his own tigerhood was hidden away in it's sheath already. “To be fair to the wolves dad, how often have you been in a situation where being able to cum and then walk around like nothing happened is useful? I thought you were mostly swinging. Isn't that planned, and happening behind closed doors?"

Marcus chuckled, shaking his head at his son. “Sure kid, swinging is usually private, but the number of places I've fucked your mom would probably make you blush, even standing there ogling Alec's junk."

The young tiger pulled his eyes away from the red rocket next to him while Alec smirked. “I'm not ogling, I'm admiring. Do you have to talk about mom?"

“Kid, you don't even blink when Alec talks about railing some tiger twink, or you and your boyfriend going out to some house party to get your guts rearranged by a moose or whatever. Why can't I talk about the hottest lay I get regularly?"

“Cause she's my mom! It's weird to think of her… you know…"

“Getting dicked down by this studly tiger and other undisclosed males, possibly at the same time?" Alec added helpfully.

Max groaned and put his head in his paws. “That's exactly what I'm saying to avoid."

Ian propped himself up on an elbow and put his head in a paw, looking over his boyfriend. “Listen Max, I get where you're coming from. I don't really want to think about my mom having sex either, but you got the cum fucked out of you by your dad, and you'd probably blow your load if you saw him getting fucked." Marcus gave him a pointed stare that Ian ignored. “Nobody is asking you to watch your mom. But it is a bit of a stretch for you to be disgusted by one of your parents having a sex life while you participate in the other's."

“Thanks for the intervention guys. What happened to being able to set boundaries?"

Marcus snorted. “Kid, you can tell me you don't want to be choked when I fuck you, but you can't tell me not to talk about my wife - your mom."

“You know you're just dragging this out now, Max," Ian added.

“Thanks for the advice, wolfy. Love the support."

“Anytime."

“So," Alec said, slapping his paws together. “What are we doing today? We can't stay here having sex the whole day."

“Why not?" Ian asked.

“Haha, very funny."

“Well, there's a soccer game today," Max said. “Football is away, but I think soccer plays at 1."

“Perfect!" Alec exclaimed. “I don't know how much more of campus there is to see, but a game would be nice."

“1 o'clock huh?" Marcus grabbed his phone from the floor where his pants were laying next to the bed. “We slept in a bit, but that still gives us time for a long lunch and a wander over to the field."

“Well frankly dad, you could've used even more beauty sleep," Max jibed.

“"That's not what your boyfriend said," Marcus shot back.

“I didn't hear him talking much at all," Max replied, giving the younger wolf a mock glare. “Think he had his mouth full."

Ian laughed and slid a paw across Marcus' thigh to fondle the big tiger's sheath. “Yeah, your dad's a healthy serving. I'd say a couple tablespoons at least."

“I just said we can't stay here having sex all day, son" Alec said in reproach, watching his son feel up the other dad.

“I'm just teasing him a little," Ian said. The wolf slipped a digit into the sheath itself, causing Marcus to growl in pleasure.

“Well, I'm going to brush my teeth and get dressed now that my knot is finally going down. Don't call me for help when you tease the tiger a bit too far." Alec said, walking over to grab his clothes.

“Your dad's got a point, son. Nobody here is gonna blink if I bend you over your desk and fuck you like you're asking for it," Marcus growled. The big tiger didn't move, just watching the sexy college kid continue to feel up his sheath. The feline's cock started to stir.

Ian withdrew his paw suddenly with a chuckle. The wolf clambered over Marcus to climb out of the bottom bunk, stretching himself to the ceiling and making sure to lift his tail high, showing Marcus his well-toned ass. “Oh it would be such a shame if some daddy tiger bent me over," the wolf said mockingly.

Max stepped up to him while Marcus ogled them both, wrapping his paws around Ian and pulling him close from behind. “What about a tiger a little younger than a daddy?"

Ian turned his muzzle and kissed Max, a long sweet kiss. They broke apart after a few seconds, still clasped together. “I don't discriminate by age, sexy," Ian responded in a low voice.

“Game's in like an hour and a half boys, and you already got your rocks off once today. Let's get ready!" Alec said, now the only one dressed. The older wolf stepped to the door and opened it to step through.“ He turned back to look at the three remaining naked males. “I'm getting old. Never thought I'd be the one preaching to a bunch of sexy, willing guys to put their clothes on." The big wolf stepped into the hallway and let the door shut.

Marcus stretched out on the bed, luxuriating in the relaxed slowness with which the day was starting. The big cat let himself lounge for a few moments longer, watching his son and Ian whisper to each other. They were very cute together. Marcus had been pretty distracted yesterday, with the young wolf trying everything to get stuffed with tiger meat. But he had still seen the two younger males working together, talking things out, never getting jealous of each other or making a scene while they navigated their now tumultuous sex life.

And they remembered the quiet moments, like now. Marcus could appreciate that. They needed to remember that for every weekend of wild debauchery, they would have entire months where they were just… together. The two of them.

Cute or not, Marcus was definitely going to keep the debauchery going for the rest of today, at least. They had invited him in, and the older tiger was very pleased to be there. For now though, the tiger stood, and started gathering his new pants and underwear from his backpack. “Your dad's got a point, kid," he said to Ian. “Much as I hate to say it, we can fuck later. For now, we can get dressed and actually be normal dads with their sons."

“We are normal sons and dads, dad," Max said. “I blame the rest of the world for not figuring out how much fun they could be having with their fathers."

Marcus pulled his underwear up, making a small show out of it as he tugged the elastic over his sheath. He watched with amusement as the two leered at his junk. “I hope you two appreciate how smoothly things went yesterday. I've known a few other dads, you know, raising Max in sports and going through school. Alec - and me - are probably one in a hundred if not more. What would you have done if Alec hadn't been down in the sauna?"

Max and Ian looked at each other, and Ian shrugged. “We talked about it beforehand. I knew my dad was a bit, uh, sexually open."

“Getting your son's boyfriend to blow you while you're touching another dad and your son blows him requires more than typical sexual openness."

“I mean, I guess he would have told me to stop, and we'd probably be trying to sneak you off between us whenever we could for the rest of the weekend," Max said. “Come to think of it, it sounds kinda hot. But not as hot as everything we've done together."

“Hard to say how comfortable I'd've been putting a load in you behind your dad's back," Marcus said.

“Well then, glad it didn't happen that way."

“Cheers to that," Marcus finished, pulling his pants the rest of the way on. “Let's go clean up a bit, and then we can head out."

A little over an hour later, the four furs were exiting the dining hall. Marcus trailed behind as Alec and Ian took the lead, chatting quietly. Lunch had been a quiet affair, not due to awkwardness, but the single minded focus of each of them to shovel some food into their mouths after sleeping in late. Now they were heading over to the soccer field.

It was a fair bit smaller than the football stadium, but that meant all the seats were great ones to watch the game. They still had about twenty five minutes before the start, so Marcus wasn't too worried. He and Max walked along behind the wolves in companionable silence.

At least, Marcus was comfortable. He thought his son was too, until the young tiger finally broke the silence.

“Dad?" Max asked quietly.

“What's up son?"

The younger tiger fidgeted for a moment and slowed down even more, widening the gap between them and his roommate. “I've been thinking more since we woke up this morning, about what you said."

“Which part?"

“If things had gone differently. If you or Alec hadn't been open to all this. To sex, I mean, with us."

Marcus frowned. “What about it? It is pretty much a hypothetical now, and like you guys said, you would've just worked with it."

Max nodded, still rubbing his paws up and down his arms. “With you and Alec, sure. If you said no, that was it. But there's still one other person who wasn't really asked…"

Marcus' frown disappeared. “Ahh. You're worried about your mom."

Max looked up at him, a concerned expression on his face. “Dad, you basically cheated on her. With me, and with Ian. And even if she's really ok with that, will she be mad at you for having sex with me? Will she think I'm still a child, that you somehow, I don't know, molested me?"

Marcus stopped walking. The wolves glanced back but Marcus waved them on. He must have had quite a look on his face because both the canines took on consternated expressions and picked up their pace. Marcus pulled his son off to the side of the sidewalk to let people pass.

“Listen son," Marcus started. “Your mom and I have a fairly open relationship. So far as cheating is concerned, she's gonna be more upset she wasn't there to try some exotic canine dick than she will be with me for fucking someone without her knowing. I will definitely have some explaining to do, but that's my problem, and I will deal with it."

Max nodded. His face still bore that look that said he really didn't want to hear about his mother and her admittedly large appetite for cock, but he'd brought this up. And had apparently inherited some of her ways of thinking.

“As for you… we talked before you left, you know. About you," Marcus clarified. The younger tiger looked confused at that. “About the possibility you'd find somebody and bring them home for the holidays. And more frankly, the fact that you'd be fucking people while you were here."

“You and mom talked about that?"

“Kid, we're your parents. Your health and wellbeing, sexual or otherwise, are a concern of ours. Your mom wanted to know if I'd had the talk with you already, and made sure you knew how to have safe sex and all that junk."

Max looked affronted. “She wanted to know if we'd had the talk after I was eighteen? Dad, I might not have been quite this open in high school, but I lost my virginity two years ago."

Marcus chuckled. “I told her you were definitely past the point of having a talk."

“What's your point here?"

“My point is that your mom knows you're a mature young adult. That doesn't mean she's gonna be happy about this. Knowing something logically and being forced to confront you aren't her innocent little kit anymore is gonna be a transition for her."

“So what's going to happen?"

Marcus considered. “Well, I'm gonna be honest, and tell her straight up that your boyfriend tried - and succeeded - in seducing me. And I'm gonna tell her that you were just as eager for Alec too."

Max put his head in his paws again, but didn't protest this time.

“I will make sure she understands we were all consenting adults, and I'll vouch for Alec. And then I will gradually lead into the fact that we were all together when this finally went down, and at some point I will tell her that you wanted to have sex with me."

“Ok…" Max said.

“If it helps make you more confident, I'll make sure I fuck her into a good mood first."

“That does not help."

“Trying my best. Anyway, after that you'll probably get a phone call. I suggest for both our sakes you answer right away and answer honestly. I'm not gonna lie, and I don't expect you to lie to her either. We're having fun this weekend, and then we'll deal with the consequences, because we are both adults, right?"

“Right."

“So no worries, Max. It'll be an adjustment period, but we're a family, and we'll figure it out." Marcus started walking again, and Max followed a moment later.

After a few moments, the younger tiger spoke up. “You've really screwed me over, dad."

“What? How! I just talked about how I respected your right as an adult to choose who you sleep with."

“Not that," Max waved a paw dismissively. “You told me you're gonna tell mom after you have sex with her, and I know she's gonna call me right away. So now when she does, I'm gonna know, in my heart, that you two are lying there in bed."

Marcus looked at his son with a bemused expression. “Kid, I fuck your mom practically every night we're together. She's called you post fuck to ask about your week twice this semester."

“But I didn't know!"

“You will now."

Max groaned softly.

After a couple minutes of walking, the two of them caught up with the wolves outside the entrance to the field. Alec gave an inquisitive look towards Marcus, and Ian mirrored his father looking at Max. Marcus just shook his head at the other dad. However well they were all getting along, and even if the two younger males were dating, Max's worries were a family concern.

“I got the tickets while you were talking," Alec said, holding out a little slip of paper to the two tigers.

“I could've bought ours," Marcus said, taking the ticket.

“Yeah, but this way you owe me one," Alec laughed, winking at the big feline.

“I'll buy you a beer."

“I was thinking something more creative."

Marcus stepped up beside the big wolf as they walked inside the stadium, showing their tickets to the bored looking alpaca on a stool at the entrance. “I'm much more susceptible to favors with a little alcohol in me. Who knows what I'd do with my inhibitions lowered?"

Alec snorted. “What inhibitions? You had my son blow you in a public sauna."

Marcus waved a paw around airily. “That's nothing. If somebody had walked in they'd have turned right around and not said a word. No danger at all."

“That's probably true," Alec admitted. “Would have been a little hot, honestly."

Marcus grinned at the wolf next to him. They kept their conversation low as they walked up the steps to their seating area. “What's the riskiest place you've ever had sex?"

“Hmm… riskiest as in like, actual law breaking?"

“Whatever would have been the most trouble to get caught."

The older wolf glanced over his shoulder at their sons, making sure they were still talking together behind them. He leaned in a little closer to Marcus. “Ian probably wouldn't care but… definitely had to be the time I bent his third grade teacher over her desk during parent conferences."

Marcus whistled appreciatively. “How'd you end up in that situation? Were you already a thing?"

“Never been in a room alone with her before that. She was this hot late twenties macaw, absolute smokeshow. We started talking about Ian, but he was a good kid back then, nothing to say. Then she politely asked about the divorce, because she'd heard Ian mention it, and I figured, makes sense, she wants to make sure he's got a good home life." The wolf looked sideways at the tiger. “She had her talons out, shuffling papers around. No ring. Then she turned the conversation towards me, asked if I was lonely. I took the hint."

“And she took your knot," Marcus joked.

“No way man!" Alec laughed. “Not with three other parents waiting outside the room for their time with Ms. Evangelista. I had to finish myself off manually, keep outside her. But you want to talk about risk, that was it. Those people would not have been happy, and even though it was after hours, some parents had brought their younger kids since they didn't have a babysitter. I'd've been a sex offender for sure if they opened the door at the wrong time."

“Did you howl?"

“Nah, she'd been with a wolf before, apparently. She stuffed her panties in my mouth to keep me quiet. She really needed a good fuck."

“That's hot as hell," Marcus said. The big tiger stretched his legs a couple times surreptitiously as they walked along their row.

“Good thing there's nobody sitting here yet," Alec joked, glancing at him. At his crotch, really. “They'd have a faceful of excited tiger."

“You tell a good story." Marcus finally got to his seat and sat down. They were maybe twenty rows up from the field level, near the center of the pitch. The stands were filling slowly. There wasn't anybody immediately near them, which was nice, but there was enough of a crowd to make watching fun.

The two adults left two spaces in between them for their sons, but Marcus half expected - yep, as he watched the boys slipped past them and Ian sat next to him, with Max on the other side. Marcus glanced at Ian. “Still up to your 'divide and conquer' tricks?"

“It's not exactly a trick when you've both fucked each of us already," Ian responded in a low voice. “At least yesterday we had a challenge."

“You want us to fuck you, and now you're disappointed we're willing to fuck you?"

“It's the thrill of the hunt! The opportunity to do something a little outside your comfort zone."

Marcus settled back in his chair. “Well you'll have to wait for after the game. These people paid to watch some soccer, not gay sex."

The young wolf leaned back in his chair too, watching the players warm up. “We'll see about that."

The big tiger rolled his eyes. He could hear Max saying something to Alec, pointing out a player on the field. He leaned over Ian a bit. “Do you know any of these guys, Max?"

“Oh yeah," the younger tiger responded. “That guy over there in the blue shorts, the liger? That's James, he plays pickup on Sundays usually. So does that panther, the one warming up the goalie. I forget his name though."

“Alex," Ian added. His dad's head turned at that, and Ian continued “I only heard it once, but I remembered because of you dad."

“How many have you had sex with?" Marcus asked. Max rolled his eyes.

“None of them, dad. I haven't actually made my way through every guy here yet."

“Just asking," Marcus said innocently.

“So how good is this team?" Alec asked. “Back when I was here they were barely worth talking about."

“They've had a winning record the last three years I think, got a new coach the year before that started so he's been getting the credit," Ian responded. “Don't know that they've won any awards or titles recently, and we aren't in a crazy division. These guys don't have scholarships or anything, they just play cause they want to. I think a senior last year got scouted for the upper leagues, but that was the biggest excitement in like a decade."

“Well there was that tiger who went to the Premier League a few years ago, he played here." Max said.

“Yeah, but that was after he played at a different university team for two years, and then played in country for what, four more after that? We can't take credit for him."

“Either of you going to try out?" Alec asked.

Max and Ian looked at each other. “We've talked about it," Ian said. “But I'm not sure we're quite good enough, even for these guys. And even without scholarships they have a bit of a crazy schedule, James was telling us."

“He had to delay one of his classes a semester because he couldn't get a good lab time that didn't conflict with practice," Max added. “He's gonna have to take a followup class over the summer since the one he shifted was a prereq."

“But Max here will probably get a chance to work with the team, if he keeps up with physio." Ian said, nudging the tiger with his elbow.

Marcus was surprised. “What, they let you work on the actual players?"

“Yeah, maybe. I've gotta get some real practice in at some point before I get paid to do it. The school has it set up as a one credit elective, junior and senior year. You don't get a guaranteed sport though, so I could end working with the football or basketball teams or something."

“Yeah, it would suck to have to massage hot athletes from football instead of soccer," Ian said sarcastically.

“Its not just massages, wolf. Besides, if they come to me, they're in pain, and if they have scholarships, healing up is a big deal."

“There's no way you don't have at least one player ask for a happy ending sometime during your semesters there."

“First off, I think there's a pretty good chance not everybody is as big a slut as you or me. And what if I'm working with a women's team? I don't get to pick."

“What's wrong with giving a woman a happy ending?" Marcus asked, grinning over at Alec.

Max and Ian shook their heads disgustedly, and Ian said “We're a pretty solid six on the Kinsey scale."

“Denying yourself options," Alec responded.

“Never say never," Marcus added.

“Well I won't say 'never' then, but I can't say I wouldn't really prefer a men's team to work on."

Marcus shook his head, but then, he was a little on the straighter side of things than present company. The big tiger sat back in his chair and the others quieted down as the players on the pitch began to line up for the game.

Within a couple minutes, the whistle blew and the match started. Marcus hadn't realized how much he'd missed being in a stadium. This one was small, and it was a little chilly, but he enjoyed himself. He and his newfound friends got excited at an early breakaway for their side, and groaned in unison as the speedy dalmatian sent the ball flying over the net. The boys made jokes about the dog finally going to be a kicker for football, and Marcus smiled to hear the age old soccer jokes still kicking around in the newer generation.

They watched the back and forth plays for twenty some minutes. They all cheered when their team scored a goal, and groaned as one of the defenders let the other team get a clear shot and tie up the game. Marcus found himself discussing the team's performance animatedly with Ian and the others. The big tiger lambasted the other team's midfielders, pointing out their wings getting pulled into the center. Sure enough, a few minutes later the home team got a ball into the other corner, and their wing crossed it back almost uncontested for a header into the net to put them back on top of the scoreboard.

Marcus was leaning back into his seat after cheering the goal when a paw rested on his right leg. The older feline glanced at the paw, and then looked up at Ian. The young wolf was deliberately keeping his eyes on the game, shouting encouragement to the liger he'd pointed out earlier. And he kept his paw where it was, if not shifted even closer to the tiger's crotch.

Marcus leaned over closer to the wolf. “You're the one enrolled here. If you whip my dick out in public, who's ass is getting kicked out?" Max glanced over at the two of them briefly at his dad's voice, but the younger tiger just grinned at the situation and turned back to the field.

Ian responded “Relax, I'm not going to pull your pants down right here. Besides," the wolf slid his paw directly over Marcus's sheath. “There's nothing to whip out right now." The tiger felt his sheath twitch and stir at the stimulation through the fabric layers. “Or well, there isn't yet." The wolf smirked and started to stand up. “But if you meet me in the bathroom…"

Marcus grabbed Ian's arm. “Right now? Why not at least wait til halftime?" The older tiger processed what he'd just said. He hadn't even protested having sex in a public bathroom.

“You really want the halftime audience in there?" came the response. Ian started shimmying away, his tail coming up to brush across Marcus' face as he left. Max scooted out of the way quickly, still grinning. Alec took longer, paying attention to the game.

For a moment, the older tiger sat there, watching Ian walk up the steps towards the covered upper level that held restrooms and some concessions. “Fuck it," he breathed, and stood up. He was suddenly aware that the young wolf had done a number on him. Anyone who looked closely would see a noticeable bulge with his sheath filling out. Quickly, Marcus stepped sideways past his son.

Alec glanced at his crotch as he slipped past, then up at Marcus, then turned his head towards the steps where his own son had gone. When he turned back his expression was carefully neutral. “Grab me that beer you promised when you come back, Marcus."

“Can do," the tiger responded. Stepping quickly, his breath coming a little faster, the big feline walked up the steps and followed the signs to the nearest men's room. He walked around the wall blocking the view in to find the place almost deserted, with one raven washing at the sink and one stall door closed. And one cheeky, horny wolf standing at the trough.

This was an old fashioned place, to still have a trough. Then Marcus remembered it was newer than him, which made the tiger old fashioned, apparently. He stepped up right next to Ian as the raven left the room. His paws made quick work of the zipper on his pants, and he gratefully pulled his boxer briefs down to free his swelling sheath.

For a few moments, the two of them stood there while they finished pissing. Marcus kept his eyes straight ahead on the wall, until from the corner of his eye he noticed motion, and felt a tap on his left footpaw. He turned his head to see his son's boyfriend looking frankly at the tiger's sheath. Marcus shook his junk a few times to get the last drops, then very slowly tucked his sheath back into the fabric pouch and started zipping up his pants.

Ian sighed, but followed suit. Marcus led the way to the sink where they washed their paws. Then Ian jerked his head towards the stalls. The tiger followed silently as they went to the handicapped stall at the end and opened it up. He glanced around, but no one had entered, and the occupied stall was at the other end. Marcus turned around to close the door, and when he turned back Ian was already squatting down, his paws flying to the zipper of Marcus' pants.

“Somebody's a little horny," Marcus whispered. Ian didn't even glance up to reply in his own quiet voice.

“You're calling me horny? The guy who followed a wolf half his age into a public bathroom to get sucked off?"

Marcus reached down with one big paw and caught Ian under the chin, forcing him to look up just as he started pulling his briefs down. “I didn't follow you here for a blowjob, pup. Make sure you really get my dick wet, cause I didn't bring any other lube."

A slight shiver went through the wolf, and Ian nodded. Marcus had seen the kid be a little more dominant with Max and even his dad, but with the big tiger, he seemed to prefer it when Marcus took charge. Which was fine with him. He released the young male's muzzle so he could get back to his foreplay.

Both of them watched as Ian tugged the waistband down and over the feline's swollen sheath. Marcus stifled his groan as Ian leaned forward to press his muzzle against the furry mound, nosing around his balls, giving small licks to the whole package. Within seconds the horny tiger started to spill out of his sheath, and Ian immediately got to licking and sucking on the tip and shaft.

Unlike their blowjobs before, Ian didn't waste time admiring the tiger's cock. He went straight to pleasuring, bobbing his talented mouth up and down that barbed black length. His paws cradled Marcus' fuzzy white balls and stroked the base of the shaft, teasing more inches out of the sheath with every passing moment.

In under thirty seconds, Marcus was breathing heavily. His tail lashed side to side, and he sometimes let it swing around and brush over the wolf's face. He was fully erect inside Ian's muzzle, and he loved every second. The wolf took advantage of his experience with the tiger, flicking his tongue on the feline's barbs the way Marcus liked, swallowing around the head when he pushed forward and lodged it into his throat.

The older male let Ian slobber over his knob for a little while longer before reaching down and pushing gently but firmly back on his head. Ian went reluctantly, looking up at Marcus' face with disappointment.

“Told you I wasn't here for a blowjob. Stand up, pants down, face the wall." The tiger's quiet, terse instructions had Ian moving quickly. Marcus stepped up behind Ian as the wolf moved to where he could lean against the cinderblock wall. The wolf was letting his jeans fall around his ankles, looking back at Marcus as he teasingly lowered his boxer briefs past the curve of his ass, his tail wagging seductively.

Both of them froze as they heard the door to the bathroom open. A group of chatting guys came in. Marcus stood, cock dripping wolf spit inches from Ian's bare ass, as one of the voices got closer, just a little too loud and boisterous for complete sobriety. Marcus closed his eyes in silent annoyance as the door to the stall next to them opened. The two of them watched the booted paws step in, turn around, and the door close.

Marcus was watching under the stall, so he nearly jumped when Ian's tail brushed across his cock. The tiger looked at the wolf, who raised his eyebrows and wiggled his ass and tail again. Silently, Marcus jerked his head at the now occupied stall next to them. Ian shrugged his shoulders and backed up slightly so his ass pressed against the tip of the tiger's barbed dick.

Marcus sighed inwardly, defeated once again by his horniness. Well, in for a penny, he thought. Rather than immediately fucking the wolf, he squatted down, his own pants still on except for the open fly. And then he dove under Ian's tail. His paws spread those toned globes apart as his muzzle found the young male's opening. He was already salivating, and he licked and drooled all over that prime ass. After a few moments, he skipped the surface and started to work his tongue in.

He knew the wolf could take him, but a public fuck was a little different than a private room. For one thing, they both needed to be quiet, and going into the wolf dry was going to make some noises unless Ian was a real trooper. So Marcus was rimming him, adding his spit to Ian's blowjob to get them ready.

He lost track of time, eating out that ass. Ian had to grab one of his ears to get his attention without words. The tiger pulled back with some unavoidable slurping sounds, but their new neighbor didn't react. Ian was watching that stall too, but with the coast clear, he turned back to Marcus. Ian made a hole with one paw and poked a digit into it rapidly with the other. Marcus nodded, standing slowly. Both of them winced as his right knee cracked.

A voice suddenly came from the stall next to them. “You keeping a gun in there buddy, or are you just over forty?"

Marcus frowned at the pair of legs he could see with pants piled around them. “Over forty, wise guy. It'll happen to you too, you know," he replied in his deep rumble of a voice.

“Well damn, I hope whenever I'm your age I'm still pulling tail wherever I go."

“Jesse, who the fuck are you talking to?" A different voice yelled from the sinks.

Their neighbor yelled back “Either I'm talking to some four legged feral, or some geriatric guy is eating someone out in the handicap stall."

Marcus' face must have been something, because Ian started to laugh, struggling to keep it quiet. The tiger gave him a murderous look and turned back to the side. “Geriatric? Go fuck yourself, punk."

“Well I don't have anyone else to do it with like you do, buddy."

Ian had controlled his laughter to silent shaking. Marcus growled again, stepping forward and grabbing the wolf's ass. He guided himself in with his other paw, and shut Ian up with a firm thrust forward. Experienced the wolf might be, but he was not quite ready for half the tiger's cock with just spit for lube. He kept it to a small whimper, placing his hands firmly on the wall in front of him.

Marcus shuffled his paws forward a little, then leaned forwards and sank his cock in the rest of the way with one long determined push of his hips. Ian's hissing breath was his only noise, along with a sigh of relief when Marcus bottomed out in the canine. Marcus let them sit there for a moment, furry hips pressed together, then slowly withdrew, drawing more hissing and whimpers from the wolf as his barbs dragged along the wolf's inner passage.

The big tiger began a steady rhythm immediately, and within moments the wolf was grunting and groaning in pleasure. Marcus felt his own precum easing the way. The tiger was nothing if not productive, despite his apparently advanced age. For a moment, Marcus let himself imagine he had that punk in the other stall bent over like this. He thrust hard, letting his balls slap against Ian's. He didn't really care if they made noise now, since they'd been announced to everyone.

Despite a blowjob that morning from the wolf he was hilted in, Marcus felt his orgasm approaching quickly. Ian made him horny as hell, and he had the ass, and muzzle, to back up his looks. The tiger didn't try to hold it back. They weren't here for a long fuck. He did, however, reach his paw down and around to grab hold of the wolf's bobbing erection. Marcus smeared the canine's own precum all up and down that angry red length. The tiger could picture it, remembering how it looked bouncing up and down on his abs when he'd fucked the wolf last night in his own bed.

He could remember pushing his son's head down onto his boyfriend's crotch, making him swallow every drop of Ian's load while Marcus fucked it out of him.

“Fuck," Marcus whispered, hunching over the wolf. “Fuck I'm gonna blow,"

“Cum in me," Ian whispered back, pushing his ass back with every thrust. Marcus grunted, slamming forward in a last few erratic thrusts as he felt his balls draw up tight to his body. And then he was cumming, his cock throbbing hard in the wolf's warm ass, emptying his nuts into his son's boyfriend for the fourth time in twenty four hours.

He wasn't experienced enough with canines yet, but Ian moved his paw down, forcing the tiger to grasp the heated bulb of flesh at the base of the wolf's cock. Marcus squeezed, simulating the tie, and Ian gasped and groaned, holding back his howling with force of will as he came. Marcus heard rather than saw as the canine's seed painted the wall in front of them just like the tiger's seed was painting his guts.

After a few moments, they both sagged. Marcus put a paw onto the wall above Ian's, helping hold himself up so he didn't drag the wolf down with him. Eventually, the tiger managed to straighten up. He reached over and pulled some toilet paper off in a chunk, then slowly stepped backwards. Both of them hissed at the stimulation from his still erect barbs being dragged backwards. Ian clenched as the tip of his black cock finally slipped out, and Marcus caught the tiger cum that dribbled out on the toilet paper, wiping away the accumulated spit and semen.

He tossed that wad into the toilet bowl and then grabbed some more to wipe his dick down before he retreated into his sheath. Ian pulled his underwear up after doing the same, and Marcus started to put himself away too, his shaft rapidly softening. Marcus glanced over, but their unintended audience had left at some point during their fuck, short though it had been.

They didn't say anything else in the bathroom. Marcus left first, wandering to the sinks and washing his paws like nothing unusual had happened while a couple of bears used the urinals. Ian would follow after a minute or so. The older tiger left the restroom and headed to a nearby concession stand, wincing as he saw the stadium price for beer.

A few minutes later, he walked back down the steps to their seats. Ian had beaten him back since he hadn't stopped for drinks. Marcus handed one of the beers to Alec as he stepped past, and the older wolf took it with a murmured thanks. Alec did glance ostentatiously at his crotch as the tiger passed by. “Not so excited anymore. And you look like a cat that's been at the cream."

“Your son's been at the cream, not me."

“We've been talking about where we could go for ourselves," Max said as Marcus passed by. His son winked at him. Marcus was still getting used to that, his own kid winking at him after he went and fucked his boyfriend in a bathroom. Or while his kid talked about going to get railed somewhere by a wolf Marcus' age.

Ian gave him a grin and a slap on his ass as he passed the young wolf to sit in his seat. “What no beers for us? If a blowjob and a fuck isn't worth a beer, what is?"

“You keep count how many times I fuck you, and when you're legal, I'll buy you a couple drinks for every load." Marcus said. He'd been pleased to see no latecomers had entered the stadium while they were gone, so they could talk in a mostly normal voice about their debauchery.

“So you'll rawdog me in a bathroom -"

“I'm not a dog, pup."

“It's an expression, old man. Or did they not have those back in your day before your knees gave out?"

Marcus turned his head slowly to face the wolf. Max was staring somewhat incredulously at his boyfriend, but his grin belied his intentions. Alec, the bastard, paid no attention to give backup to the older tiger. “Like I said to that punk, it'll happen to you too one day."

“What punk? When was this?" Max asked.

Marcus maintained a dignified silence as he watched the game, trying to tune out Ian's recounting of their encounter in the stalls. He looked at the scoreboard and saw he'd missed another goal for the home team. There were only five minutes left in the first half. The tiger let himself lounge, sipping his shitty beer he'd paid eight dollars for and enjoying the relaxed sensation that came after emptying his balls.

No more goals were scored in the last minutes of the half, although the away team did spend all of that time in the home team's half putting on pressure and almost scoring twice. When the whistle blew, Marcus thought the home team was going to get a bit of a lecture from their coach about taking back their momentum. 2-1 was a dangerous lead to have. A refreshed opponent could quickly steal back the lead with a couple of quick goals, and they had another forty five minutes to do it.

He turned towards his companions, none of whom had joined the halftime rush up to concessions - although Marcus had to admit that 'rush' was a grand term to be applied to the small soccer stadium and its half full stands. Max was talking to the wolves about camping. As he saw his dad turn towards them, Max looped him in.

“How about it dad? You were talking last week on the phone about going for a camping trip this fall. Do we still have that extra tent from Uncle Adrian?"

“What, you want to bring Ian?"

“And Alec, if he wants to come. And you're ok with it," Max finished.

“If you want some father-son time, or if your wife is coming and its just family, I understand," Alec put in quickly.

“Nah, Alicia hates camping. She likes hiking, but staying in a tent overnight is not her thing."

“So…" Max prompted.

“Well, do you want father son time?" Marcus asked his kid.

“There's no reason they can't come with us and we still have some time together. We can do some of our own hikes, just the two of us."

“Have you two ever been camping?"

“A few times," Alec responded. “We always just went with the scouts when Ian was in with them though, I don't have my own equipment."

Marcus considered. “Well, we do have an extra tent. I don't have anything planned just yet, but I'd be happy to have you all along if Max is ok with it."

“What, we can't all share a tent after this weekend?" Ian asked.

“We won't fit in a tent together," Marcus said. “Not unless we spend every night on top of one another."

“Sounds hot."

“We'll bring the extra tent. The main one we have might be big enough for us all to be in there for a little while, but we'll need the other one for enough space to sleep and store our gear. You'll need sleeping bags," Marcus finished.

“I can get us those," Alec said quickly. “I'd love a chance to get outdoors some more, and spend some time with my son and some other hot guys."

Marcus looked at his son. “Happy?"

“Yes."

The older tiger grunted. “The place we normally go is south of here, closer to where I live. I'll figure out a date and see if I can book us a spot, but you'll have to meet me down there."

“I can pick up the boys and drive us south," Alec said.

“Just don't crash getting road head or something."

“I won't crash."

The four of them talked about camping for a while, Marcus and Max describing their favorite spots to look over the mountains and valleys, Alec recalling embarrassing stories of little Ian's first forays with the outdoors while a scout.

Marcus wouldn't have agreed so readily to a joint camping trip, despite how well they all got along here, if Max and Ian weren't dating. That implied they were all going to be spending more time together. And of course, now that they'd broken the ice this weekend - shattered it, really - Marcus was sure any time the boys were with one of the two dads, there'd be sex. Alec thought the same thing, obviously. That was fine, since Marcus could hardly claim a monopoly on his slutty son's ass. But he admitted to himself he didn't want to be left out. And there was Alec himself…

The afternoon continued as the players trooped back onto the pitch. The second half started, and true to Marcus' fears, the away team came out with a vengeance. Within five minutes, they were taking their second corner kick, and the stands groaned as the ball slipped through two defenders right to the feet of a tall ferret who tapped the ball in easily.

The home team pushed back, but they were reckless, taking pointless shots or making risky plays that turned the ball over more often than not. Twenty minutes in, the home team made a couple substitutions, and the match settled into a grind, both teams making some progress before losing the ball and inching back towards their own goal. There was a home team corner kick that was easily cleared, then a foul on the away team for a direct kick that the goalie caught easily. Back and forth. Marcus turned from the match to point something out to Ian, only to see Max and Alec's chairs empty.

He looked at Ian with an eyebrow raised. “They both had to go to the bathroom," Ian said innocently. “At the same time. Strangest thing." Marcus didn't say anything, just sitting back and looking at those empty seats. Yeah, he did not want to be left out. The older tiger had always been a horny bastard, but now, thinking about the comments of that punk from the bathroom, he did realize something. He'd always assumed he'd get older and start slowing down. And some things had. But he and his wife still fucked pretty much daily, and when they had a couple over, he could go over and over again. Now here he was, keeping up with a couple of college kids, and loving it.

“Wow," Ian said next to him. Marcus glanced at the field, thinking he'd missed a play, but Ian said “Not the field, stud." The tiger looked at him, then followed his gaze down to his bulging pants. “You really are horny as shit, aren't you?"

The big tiger rolled his shoulders and nodded at the wolf's own bulge. “Speak for yourself."

“Wish it was you back in those stalls again? Bending Max over?"

“Fuck yes," Marcus growled.

“What about getting bent over by my dad?"

Marcus opened his mouth, then closed it as he considered his answer. He glanced down as his cock throbbed in its sheath, and figured that was the truest answer he could get from his body. “Yeah, I think I do," he said simply.

“We've gotta get you fucked tonight," Ian concluded.

“Think your dad is up for it?"

Ian snorted incredulously. “Have you met him? He'd fuck you raw if he met you for the first time in the bathroom. I think it's more a question of if you're up for my dad."

“I just said I was."

“I meant physically, Marcus. You've got a big ass, but dad's got a big cock. Maybe you should start with the junior version…"

“Subtle salesmanship."

“I just want what's best for you! And honestly, its probably not me, either. Max doesn't have a knot."

“You think the first person to fuck my ass should be my son." Marcus said, keeping his eyes on the field so he didn't look as his cock throbbed again at the thought.

“Well, ideally it would be someone with an even smaller dick, since Max is not small. But I don't think we can find anyone you'd be up for on such small notice. But maybe… do you like bulls?"

Marcus turned to stare at Ian. “You already know a bull who has a smaller dick than Marcus, and you think you could get him to come fuck me in the ass in your dorm room with a couple hours notice?"

Ian smirked. The wolf had the audacity to look a little patronizing. “Marcus, do you remember being in college? I doubt he needs the couple hours notice. I could probably get him in one of those stalls before the game finishes if he knew he'd have some hot tiger ass waiting for him."

Thing is, Marcus did remember being in college. He had once dropped everything to bike across campus in a thunderstorm on the implication - just the implication! - that he could fuck this one pantheress. But maybe he really was getting old, because he sort of assumed kids these days were different. After all, they were kids, and he was an adult. But here he was, getting lectured by a young wolf almost nineteen years old, and he deserved the lecture.

“No bulls. You know I'd rather have Max than some random stranger."

“Well let's hope your son is as horny as you are."

“You're the one dating him."

“I was being facetious. Remember, college? You could go swap out with my dad before the game ends and he'd probably be ready. But I want to watch."

Marcus felt a shiver run through him, and reflected how it felt the same way Ian had looked when the tiger had commanded him in the bathroom. He wondered what it was really going to feel like.

After about ten minutes or so, during which the back and forth game continued, Max came walking back down the steps to take his seat. The young tiger walked confidently, and even with Marcus looking to see if he walked funny he couldn't notice anything. Marcus and Ian didn't say anything. Almost five minutes later Alec came down and joined them as well. Those knots really were something to think about. And that was the quickie version. If Alec had an ass wrapped around that knot - Marcus' ass, for instance - they'd be stuck for half an hour or more. The tiger let himself fantasize, slipping fully into the scenario were the big wolf had Marcus wrapped in his arms as they lay on a bed, well fucked and content.

The tiger was pulled from his lustful fantasies as the crowd's shouting grew urgent. He focused on the game to see the dalmatian forward sprinting down the field, having gotten the ball from a failed corned kick. The dog ran around a defender like the capybara was standing still, turning it into a real breakaway. The home team was screaming, Ian shouting next to him to keep the ball low. The goalie, a tiger - though not a Bengal - had moved out to narrow the approach of the forward, but the canine pressed his space, making the goalie turn and open himself up. The dalmatian shot - the goalie dove and tipped the ball, bouncing it off the post. But the forward followed it up and tapped it in.

The stands cheered, the dog lapping up the attention while the enemy team jogged back to their side. There were still three minutes left, but with that momentum, a short while later the ref blew the whistle on a 3-2 home team victory.

The four of them got up with the crowd, chatting about the match. Alec was pointing out several points where the game could have turned, arguing with his son about the ability of the defenders to outpace one of the away team's forwards. Marcus listened to his son talking about the injuries the fouled player might have received, asking what his kid had learned about treating this or that until they left the stadium.

The afternoon passed by slowly, to Marcus. Not that it dragged, really, just that the sun seemed like it was always high in the sky no matter how much they did. They went to the student union building for milkshakes that Ian and Max recommended, then checked out the store selling university branded merchandise. Marcus bought a university dad shirt, and Alec got a sticker for his car.

Eventually they made their way back to the dining court for dinner, and from there to the dorm room. The afternoon had been calm and relaxing, but the moment the door clicked, the tension in the room shot up, each of them looking around at the others.

Alec broke the silence first. “Well gents, I've got work in the morning. Think I've got a couple hours before I need to head back though, and I know what I want to do with them."

“What about you, dad?" Max asked. “I know you've got a long drive home."

“I've got some time. Maybe one more fling."

“And who did you want to tango with?" Max said seductively, his tail wrapping around his left leg as he raised an eyebrow and leered.

Marcus took a deep breath, catching Ian's pointed look. “I want you, Max. In my ass."

It was quiet for a moment, and then his son's face broke into a wide smile. “Making the leap to the other side of the sheets, eh dad?"

“Well, you all go nuts for it, and I've had some fingers on my prostate before. I figure I might be missing out on something."

“And you're sure you want me to be your first, dad? Why me?"

Marcus rolled his eyes. “Do you want me to say that its because you're my son, or that you have the smallest dick here with no knot?"

Max's smile became fixed. “Oh, I'm definitely gonna fuck you now, old man. Wanna do some stretches first? It'd be a shame if your knees give out when you're bending over."

“That's true love right there," Alec murmured, watching the two of them with bright eyes. And if Marcus' nose was right, no small amount of lust.

Ian stepped up next to his dad and let a paw trail down his father's back. Both the wolves' tails were wagging slowly. “I think you could be a good role model for Marcus, dad. How about you lift your tail for me and show him how it's done?"

Alec grinned at his kid. “I thought you'd never ask."

In moments, they had all shed their clothes. Despite the rush, Marcus still took the time to admire the reveal of all those toned, furry bodies. The tight asses, swollen sheaths, it was enough to make any head spin. With all of them standing in the small dorm room, their tails made a nuisance of themselves. The wolves were the worst offenders, as the tigers had better control over their rears.

“So, how do we do this?" he asked his son.

“Normally, I'd say someone could ride me for their first time, but with the bunk beds, it's actually not the easiest setup. Plus, you're not exactly an innocent virgin."

“I've never had a dick up my ass in my life."

“Yeah, but you already know you like dicks, you've fucked guys before, and you've been fingered. But I think," and here he addressed his boyfriend and Alec, “we lay them on their backs on the bed and take him missionary style, at least to start."

“Works for me," Alec said. The bigger wolf stepped over and threw himself down on the bed, his legs and hips off the side. His swollen sheath bounced around with the movement, his heavy furred balls swinging with his motions and draping over the edge of the bed. The canine patted the bed next to him. “Come on Stripes. Let your boy take you for a ride."

Marcus walked over and settled himself a little more carefully. He was conscious of the fact that his ass was exposed as he spread his legs and bumped knees with the wolf next to him. “How many times have you been fucked?" he asked Alec as their sons rummaged in Ian's closet for something. Lube, probably.

“Oh, I've never really kept count. I prefer topping, and most people I'm with expect the big bad wolf, you know?" Marcus nodded. His own size had meant he was usually the one filling out some other man's fantasy whenever he and his wife were swinging, hence his lack of experience. “But I had this girlfriend in college, freshman year, and she was into pegging. I knew already I liked cock too, so I figured, what better way to see if I like something up my ass than a hot vixen I can fuck afterwards?"

“And the rest is history." Marcus supplied.

“Exactly."

“Any tips?"

Alec watched their sons approach, Max with a red bottle in his paws. “Your son's got the tip, buddy. Just relax, and focus on letting him in. You know how it feels when a guy can't loosen up."

Marcus did know. He usually just waited for them to give him the go ahead, and he'd never much thought about what the guy was doing besides adjusting to his thick shaft, but what did adjusting even feel like? He looked into Max's face in the fading afternoon light through the window.

The young tiger put the bottle on the upper bunk, then reached down and fondled his sheath and balls with a paw. “I'll use the lube, dad, but a little spit goes a long way." Ian just stood in front of his own father, paws on his hips and big grin on his face.

Marcus shared a glance with Alec. “Gotta do everything for the youth these days," the tiger sighed, then pushed himself into a sitting position. That brought him face to face with his son's junk, and the older tiger didn't waste any more breath on jokes. Instead, he pressed his muzzle into the striped fur of his son's abs, while his paws reached up to start fondling his nuts and sheath.

Almost immediately, he felt the warmth and slickness as the tip of Max's cock slipped out. He kept his face buried in his son's fur, inhaling his scent, using just his paws for now. He felt his own cock growing, not quite out of it's home yet. Marcus tipped his muzzle down, stretching out the raspy tongue that had satisfied any number of partners to lick across the black tip of his son's cock.

He kept up his licks, on the tip, on the white and fuzzy balls, on the striped inner thigh and around the edges of the sheath. Max gave quiet murmurs of encouragement, and Marcus heard similar noises from his right, where Alec was servicing his own son. Marcus didn't bother looking. Knowing they were there was enough.

Max's cock got bigger, and harder. Marcus was very familiar with feline penis, but somehow it was new all over again, because this was his son. He'd taught this kid the words 'penis' and 'testicles'. He'd showed him how to pull the sheath back a little to clean it in the shower, admonished him to make sure he soaped his balls properly so he didn't stink up the house. Now Marcus was pressing his cold nose against that same sheath to inhale the musky scent that lingered after a day out and about.

The bigger tiger finally opened his jaws and swallowed Max to the root. That got an audible groan from the young feline, and Marcus kept up his assault. He swirled his tongue around the tapered tip, then slid his muzzle down and trailed over each of the barbs. He wondered idly if Max had inherited the number or placement of barbs on his shaft from himself.

Marcus bobbed his head, and felt a warmth on the back of his tongue as precum started to flow. The older tiger kept going, feeling his son's prick harden to full length inside his mouth, brushing the back of his throat, even pushing into it when the feline pressed his lips to Max's sheath. Above him, Max had a paw on his dad's head, just resting there and riding out the pleasure, while he groaned and whispered encouragement. Marcus tried all of his tricks, swallowing around the head of that thick cock when it was in his throat, rasping his rough tongue back against the barbs, swirling around the tip. But no matter how much pre he milked out, his son didn't seem liable to blow from a mouth right now.

After only a minute or so, Max brought his other paw around and pushed gently back on Marcus' muzzle. The big tiger let that dick trail from his lips and looked up into an evil grin on his son's face. “Lie back dad, and let me get you ready." As Marcus did so, he looked to his right to see Ian gently pushing at his own father's head, but Alec wasn't budging. The older tiger watched the wolf's throat flex and his jaws move as the canine used his tongue, and Ian's pushing got insistent as he hissed in pleasure.

Finally Alec released his grip on his son's thighs and relinquished that angry red canine cock from his muzzle. Ian was fully erect, and Alec had gone down to the root, including the young male's knot. “Trying to make me blow without fucking you, dad?" Ian panted.

“No way, kiddo. I want that knot. Just wanted to see how close to the edge I could get you."

Alec laid back casually, spreading his legs wide and bumping into Marcus' knee. Max was already kneeling down, licking his lips. The young tiger took a moment to gently tease his dad's cock, standing proud above his hips, black contrasting with the soft white fur around his sheath and balls.

Then Max got his paws underneath his dad's legs and lifted. Marcus helped, pulling his knees up and scooting himself right to the edge of the bed. He opened his mouth to ask his son something, but his question became a hissing intake of breath as a warm tongue immediately pressed into his hole.

His son didn't waste time. He could feel the other feline's slavering jaws drooling onto his ass, as his tongue swiped over and into his practically virgin entrance. Max had clearly done this before, probably with the wolf now ravaging Alec's hole next to him. Alec reached a paw over in the middle of his moaning and grabbed Marcus firmly near the base of his shaft, gently squeezing and working his digits around without actually stroking.

Marcus decided to return the favor, letting his paw trail across the toned body next to him, until he felt that heat that meant a full blooded erection. He wrapped his paw around Alec's cock just above the knot, and moaned as the wolf gave him a few squeezes in return. Combined with the sensations of his son's whiskery muzzle in his ass, and Marcus was riding a high.

He knew this was going to feel good. He didn't let himself wonder about that like some teenager who thought butt stuff was the ultimate sexual taboo. He'd eaten out enough guys before to know they loved it, so he only let himself imagine how good it would feel. He rubbed Alec's cock in time with his own heartbeat, and felt the slightly off tempo throbbing of the wolf through that dick in his paw. His own cock pulsed in Alec's grip, and Marcus tried to move his hips a little, forcing Max's tongue deeper and his shaft up through the wolf's paws, now slick with precum.

He humped some more, and Alec finally started stroking. Marcus' own paw was soaked with the wolf's prodigious pre., and Alec had begun bucking too. Marcus started flexing his shoulders, anything to get a little more movement and stimulation in his ass from that wonderful, raspy tongue.

To his annoyance, Max pulled back, his muzzle wet and shiny with spit. The cheeky kid licked all over his chops and grinned at his dad. He had to look past Alec giving him a handjob to do it. “Damn dad, you seem like you're ready to go."

“Fuck yeah, kid. Your tongue was amazing. If your dick is half as good you'll have to clean up your walls after this."

“His dick is better," affirmed Ian. The young wolf came up from between his dad's legs like a deep sea diver. “Damn dad, I can't wait to fuck you."

“What are you waiting for, an invitation in the mail?" demanded Alec. The big wolf let go of Marcus' cock and shifted around, forcing Marcus to release his grip too. His son growled, deep and low, just like his dad. He stood up and grabbed Alec's knees forcing them up and out, then yanking his dad's ass even closer to the edge.

Marcus looked to his son and raised his own legs invitingly, his tail thrashing beneath him, but Max reached up and grabbed the lube instead of stepping closer. He popped the cap and dribbled some over his digits. “Much as I'd love to go balls deep like Ian, I think you need a little more stretching dad. And lube."

“Yeah, I've gotta sit on this ass for two and a half hours. Part of why I picked the no knot dick to fuck me."

Max squeezed a little more lube out directly onto Marcus' puckered asshole, and the tiger shivered at the cool sensation. Then his son rubbed a digit over his hole, and slid it in. Marcus let the feeling wash over him, but he focused his attention as Ian's red cock disappeared below Alec's waist. Their faces were fixed on each other as Ian pressed his hips forward. The big tiger couldn't see, but he felt Alec tense and growl next to him when Ian actually penetrated him.

A second later and Marcus felt the tension bleed out of the wolf, his arm relaxing on the bedsheets between them. “See Marcus? Just relax, and let him do the work."

A second digit slid in from Max, and the older tiger rumbled in his chest. He felt a pressure, like he had to take a shit. He knew from previous experience that was a lie from his body, so he tried to open himself up.

“That's it dad," Max growled, his voice low. A third digit followed quickly, and Marcus tried to breathe deep and relax. He felt a sudden warmth around his cock as Max used his other lube slick paw to slide up and down it in slow twisting strokes. “You made me feel so good with this last night. I'm gonna make you feel good too."

Next to them, Ian stopped moving. “Not bad, dad."

“You have guys who take dick better than me?"

“Are you jealous, or do you want their number?

“Bit of both," Alec replied.

“Maybe next time you come visit we'll take you to a party," Max said. “But for now, we've got you to ourselves." Slowly, the tiger withdrew his paw from Marcus' ass. Strange, how quickly he always became used to the sensation. Max stood up, and stepped forward, resting his hard dick on top of his dad's. Next to them, Ian started a slow rocking motion.

“We gotta catch up to them. You ready?" Max asked.

“Fuck me, Max."

Max smiled. He backed his hips up and trailed his dick down across the bigger tiger's balls and crack before resting the tip at Marcus' entrance. “Yes sir."

Max pushed in. His son was about three digits thick, and tapered smaller than that at the tip, but it still felt so much bigger, and firmer. That cock didn't bend at the joints like a digit, and it didn't stop either. Marcus was very grateful for the lube as he felt the head slip in past his ring.

“Don't hold your breath," Alec panted next to him. Marcus hadn't even realized he'd been doing it. He tried to breath out, and felt like Max's dick squeezed the air out of him. He breathed in unevenly, his hips twitching, his cock drooping. His face twitched involuntarily as he felt himself stretching, the sensation transforming into a slight pain, burning and persistent.

Max stopped pushing in. A paw grabbed Marcus' dick and gently stroked it. “Halfway, dad. I recognize that face. Tell me to stop and I will."

Marcus shook his big head, panting. “No. I just… need a minute." God, how many guys had said that to him as he stretched their holes wide open?

“Relax, buddy," Alec reminded him from the side. “Let your son stroke you off, try to find the pleasure. Lay your head back down."

Marcus listened, tearing his eyes away from his son's hips, where half that cock - the thickest part - still lay outside him. “Goddamn, how do you boys do this?" He looked at Ian, still rolling his hips in slow thrusts, seemingly waiting for the tigers. “You took me to the root with spit for lube in a stall."

“Practice, old man. And being real fucking horny helps a lot."

“You're horny, aren't you dad?" Max asked. “You must have been real fucking hard fucking Ian in the bathroom with guys right outside. Knowing they could probably hear your balls slapping his everytime you hilted him."

“Did you grab his knot to finish him off?" Alec asked, tongue hanging out of his mouth while his head lolled back.

“Yeah, I fucked the cum out of your boy, Alec. He was teasing me, wagging his ass around before I finally put it in."

“There we go," Max said. Marcus felt the sensations in his ass change. The stretching sensation remained, but the burning pain had subsided. “Just had to get you more horned up. Ready for more?"

And just like that, Marcus was. A part of him felt like Max had already hit his intestines, but he knew that was just his unfamiliarity. Probably. The big tiger nodded his head, then lay back, trying to breathe normally. Max's paw never stopped stroking, and he was hard again. That helped. As the young feline pressed in more of his dick, Marcus tried to focus on the pleasure, closing his eyes and flexing his kegels to make his cock jump and twitch in his son's grip.

Flexing his kegels meant clenching his ass, and he heard Max's intake of breath at the sensation. The young tiger stopped. “You okay dad?"

“Never better son." Marcus managed a grin. Keep pushing."

Max shrugged, and pushed in again. A couple moments later, Marcus felt furry legs meet his hips.

“What a champ," Alec laughed. “Not bad for a first timer, eh Max?"

“You've got a great ass," Max said, giving it a smack. Marcus growled at him in mock annoyance. “I'll give you a few moments, and then we can fuck properly."

Marcus lay his head back again and tried to relax some more. Hilted or not, he felt like Max had stuffed a log up his butt. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like if Alec had been the one fucking him - let alone some moose like Ian had spoken about. And if he knew he still had a knot to take, well, he might not be so sanguine.

But the other part of his mind, the one not governed by logic, it wanted Max to stop waiting around and fuck. Marcus could feel pressure on his prostate - static and unchanging right now. He could feel those barbs that every feline boasted waiting to drag out. And he knew, just like he'd eventually got used to that thick shaft, that he'd get used to the fucking and want more.

“I'm ready," he told his son. “Fuck me, son."

Max smiled and started to pull his hips back. Immediately Marcus hissed, his face contorting. He'd thought he was prepared, but those barbs stimulated every inch of his passage at once. Max didn't stop this time, and Marcus didn't want him too. THere was no getting used to this while sitting still.

Ian chuckled at the expression on Marcus' face. “Maybe now you'll appreciate your partner's reaction a bit more.

Marcus shifted uncomfortably on the bed, then growled when that just heightened the stimulation. “It doesn't hurt, but people like this?"

“Didn't you say mom pretty much only goes for felines?" Max asked, stopping about halfway out.

“Oh, so now you wanna bring up your moooooooooom," gasped Marcus, the sound forced out of him as Max shoved his cock back in.

“Normally you bring her up when I'm in the post-nut phase," Max grunted. He pulled his dick back out, faster this time. Marcus couldn't speak right then. “But now, I'm horny. And I'm enjoying showing you what you did to me, and Ian."

“You wanted it," Marcus growled, his voice jumping as his son settled into a steady rhythm. The soft noises of their hips meeting was getting louder, and the bigger tiger's cock was bouncing and jumping as Max removed his paw. Precum drooled from the tip and sometimes flicked off onto his chest and stomach while his balls rolled around above where the younger tiger was nailing him.

“Hey Alec," Max asked casually.

“Yeah Max?" Alec's voice was somehow steadier than Marcus despite Ian picking up the pace on his own fucking.

“Do you remember my dad literally asking me to fuck him? Or when he said I had the smallest dick here?"

“It wasn't - an insult - kid, it's -"

Max slammed his hips home, then pulled back just as fast. His barbs and the sudden force of his fucking rendered Marcus temporarily speechless. Alec chuckled at the situation.

“I do remember him saying something like that, Max. Seems his mouth was writing a check his ass couldn't quite cash.

Despite his bravado, Max was panting now. Marcus' own dick was drooling precum with every thrust, and Alec had a pool of white on his grey fur. Ian alone seemed more in control, but his increasingly rapid thrusts were telling the tale.

“Loosen up, dad" the young wolf panted, slamming his hips in again and again, grinding his knot against his father's hole.

“Fuck me harder Ian. I can only loosen up so much."

Ian growled, a deep rumbling from his chest. Alec matched the growl as his son lifted his legs off the bed and started hammering his hips forward, each thrust shaking the bed the four of them were using. The two wolves went at it like… well, animals.

Marcus looked up at his own son, panting, both of them sweating. The tiger started to buck his hips rhythmically, moving with the pace Max set. Thankfully Max didn't have a knot to grind into Marcus' ass, but the big tiger could feel his son bottoming out, and the younger feline was trying to cram every inch in there on each thrust.

“Any second," he panted. “Ready for your first load dad?"

Marcus groaned in pleasure as his son's dextrous paws went back to his own cock, stroking in time with each thrust. “Fuck yes!" He tried again to clench his ass around that shaft punching into his guts, but he felt all loose and shaken up. He had no control to stop that barbed invader or squeeze it.

Max didn't need the extra encouragement. With a groaning growl he thrust forward, leaning over his father with his tail lashing behind him, and came hard inside Marcus. Marcus felt it coming. He could feel the young tiger's cock getting - incredibly - harder inside him, and when his son came, he felt the throbbing pulses as jet after jet of tiger cum painted his guts. Max was lost in pleasure, so Marcus reached down and grabbed his own cock, wrapping his paw around and stroking frantically as his kid fucked a load into him.

It only took seconds. Marcus had been right on the edge from the fucking and the handjob. Before Max was halfway finished the big tiger tensed up, growling like a rocket engine and flexing every muscle in his body as his orgasm washed over him. Jets of his cum shot out and hit his chin, covering his whole torso and flecking his black stripes with white. Max groaned as Marcus involuntarily found the strength to clamp his ass down, milking his son for all he was worth.

Max collapsed on top of his dad, Marcus still twitching and spurting cock trapped between their furry bodies. Marcus growled and humped several times into the warmth and pressure before leaning his head back with a sigh and coming down off his orgasm.For a few moments the tigers lay there, sweating and panting, bodies entangled. Marcus could remember doing this hundreds of times, but never as the one impaled on a dick.

The big tiger finally found the energy to turn his head and look at the wolves. Ian and Alec were wrapped around each other, jaws locked on each other's shoulders in a mating bite while their bodies shuddered and twitched. The frantic jumping of muscles underneath the fur of their legs proved Ian was emptying his nuts into his dad right that moment, and Marcus would bet his ass that the young wolf had tied with his father first.

Sitting there, with the warm glow of a good fuck settling over him, feeling that pleasant fullness in his ass, Marcus could see the appeal of a knot. When Max had flattened his hips to his dad, Marcus had wanted more, wanted to be so totally full and complete with his partner.

He was definitely going to have to get one of the wolves to fuck him at some point.

Slowly, Ian and Alec loosened their muscles and their hold on each other. They relaxed into a position similar to Max and Ian, although with much more ginger movements of their hips. Alec kept his legs high, resting his footpaws on the lip of the upper bunk for support.

Finally, Ian looked over at the tigers. “So… first time bottoming. What'd you think?"

Alec reached over before Marcus could reply, sliding a paw between the striped Bengal's bodies. He pulled it back out covered in the big Bengal's cum. “I'd say he enjoyed, right buddy?" Alec pulled the paw to his mouth and licked some of Marcus' cum off. That got a growl out of the big tiger, and his cock jumped where it was softening between him and his son.

“Yeah, it was pretty hot," Marcus said, still watching Alec lick his chops. “I'd do it again."

“Good." Max said. “We can have a closed loop of fucking where everyone gets to fuck and be fucked."

“Is that necessary?" Ian asked his boyfriend.

“No, but it makes it nice and neat."

“This was not neat," Marcus said, looking down at his sticky matted fur. “I'm gonna need a shower before I go."

Long as you promise to come back sometime," Ian said with a grin.

“Kid, you'd have to tie me up to keep me from coming back for that hot ass."

“Next time, I'll fuck you, ok?"

Marcus shifted again as Max slowly pulled out. They'd waited long enough that his barbs were soft, but the big tiger still felt them. And he felt the gaping sensation inside him, like he was complete with that dick in him, and missing something with it gone. He looked over at the firmly locked hips of the wolves and imagined that knot inside him. Either of them. Both of them?

He looked back up at Ian. “Deal."