All the leaves had finally regrown. The grass was emerald again. The sky was clear and bright. The park was practically singing out to Tramp, but he noticed none of it. He was swimming around in his own head. Had been all day. The lonesome park was the perfect place for him to escape from the newness of family life. He loved his home dearly, but it was all still too much. So he took it upon himself to go missing...just for an hour or two.

	His new humans demanded that he eat from a bowl. Day after day, his bowl was refilled. Refilled with food...and excitement and stress and laughter and shouting and brand-new smells and sounds and pillows and blankets and messes and rules and that grandfather clock that would never stop ticking and chiming...and puppies! Tramp could fight off three dogs his size without so much as a scratch, but fatherhood was certainly something else. All these new things were just too much to take in a single dose. His trot slowed to a walk along the winding stone path, the same path where all his life had been turned upside down in one magical bella notte.

	The walk was very lonely. In fact, as he neared the end, he realized he hadn't seen one soul along the way, human or canine. Not that he minded. He was glad of the isolation. He had no time to be alone with his thoughts anymore. Between Lady, the four pups, Jim Dear, Darling, and Junior, there was always someone around. Such a large family kept him either busy or bothered, and he spent what little spare time he did have with his head on a pillow.

	It wouldn't be so bad, he thought, idly marking a tree. Not having time for lonely, contemplative thoughts was one thing, but he had another problem. Back in the days before Lady, he had so much tail being lifted for him he almost couldn't handle it. Breeding ten bitches in a single day - or the same bitch ten times - was nothing out of the ordinary. But now there was only Lady, and therein lied his problem. When it came to sex, she was very...reserved. That's putting it lightly, he thought with a snide chuckle. She was downright prudish, actually. The only time he'd ever even mounted her was the single night when the pups were conceived.

	Once. And even then, she'd treated it like a chore or duty; almost like she preferred the old lie about the stork to the biological reality.

	Tramp had tried to please himself after that, but any kind of sexual activity was impossible with so many family members. He'd find himself alone in a room and quickly rub his sheath in desperation, hoping to finish before Scamp or one of the sisters came bouncing down the hall. But they always did, and Tramp would have to roll on his belly and pretend to be asleep. The pups never suspected a thing, but it always left Tramp more desperate than ever. Some nights, Scamp would come curl up against him after a nightmare. Those were the worst. Tramp would awaken a few hours later from a dream of his own to find that he'd been grinding a fully knotted erection into his son's fur while they slept.

	That was the real reason he'd finally decided to just take off for a little while. His pups' conception was the last opportunity he'd had to put his mad sex drive to work, and that was nearly a year ago! He was so pent up he couldn't restrain himself anymore! Going from ten times a day to nothing is...well, it's enough to send a dog up the wall. For Tramp, it was enough to send him out the door without telling anyone where he was going, leaving Lady to watch the little ones.

	He remembered yelling at Scamp. His son had caught him just as he was slipping out the front gate and had asked if he could come along. Tramp wasn't about to tell him the real reason he was sneaking off, so he just said no. They argued for a bit, Tramp blew a gasket, and he sent poor Scamp back inside the house with a huff and stormed out the gate.

	For a short moment, he wished Scamp had trailed him just so they could talk. But after their fight, Scamp wouldn't dare follow. Tramp knew the poor pup had only wanted to spend some time with his father and the guilt now formed a deep lump in his throat as he thought back. After all, their father/son time had all but disappeared since Tramp's pent-up urges began to get the better of his mood. He was irritable and snappy nearly all the time, even though he didn't mean to be. He had a very short fuse, especially with Scamp since he was always the most trouble.

	Well, he thought, if I'm going to fix that... He knew the only way to solve this problem was to do what he'd come out here to do. He stopped and turned to look the way he'd walked, almost wishing to see Scamp skulking in the shadows. He spotted a small grove where some large bushes met with the treeline and the river to provide a sort of tent. Perfect. That's where he'd do it...but what after that? He sat there in the center of the path, more thoughts creeping into his head. He couldn't keep coming out here all alone like this. They would start wondering back home...especially Scamp. Mischievous little...

	He realized he'd been rubbing himself. He didn't stop immediately and his pelvic reflexes were starting to take over. Not in the open... He wasn't sure if he could stop at all...and then he smelled something. The distractions of his thoughts and urges had caused him to ignore his nose the whole way here. But now a strong scent in the air had startled him. Extremely familiar... Tramp looked over his shoulder toward the end of the path. He saw nothing. He turned back to sniff at the wind more deeply, then he knew exactly what it was.

	"Alright," he said, a tone of annoyance following his voice. "Come on out, Scamp."

	The little gray dog stepped timidly from behind a tree. His ears spelled shame and he hung his head, unable to make eye contact with his father. "Hey, dad..."

	"Come here." Tramp's words were stern, but this time, there was no anger steaming up in his chest, even though he wanted to scold Scamp for following him and spying. His chest heaved a deep sigh of regret. He could send Scamp home and have his much-needed alone time...but he'd been neglecting his son, and he knew it.

	Scamp looked up at his father, thinking that he was in serious trouble. He knew he shouldn't be all the way out here without the rest of the family, but it had been so long since he and his dad had done anything at all together, even talk. And now he could only wonder why he wasn't already being shouted at or lectured or punished.

	The wind blew a few twigs and leaves across the path. The trees danced in beautiful unison. Everything was alive with movement except the two dogs. Father and son sat on the stone path in still silence, gazing downward. Neither of them looked at the other even for an instant. Finally, Tramp's muzzle pointed toward the sky and he drew in a breath to speak, but there were no words for a moment.

	"...I'm sorry, Scamp." He lowered his muzzle and their eyes met. "You know I love you, right?"

	The pup nodded hesitantly, still looking slightly afraid, and it broke Tramp's heart to see that. So he wrapped his arm around his son and pulled him close, hugging him and nuzzling him for the first time in what had probably been months. "I do love you, son."

	"I know..." Scamp had missed the warmth of his father's embraces so much he nearly began to cry. A tear rolled down his face and he quickly rubbed it away. Tramp immediately saw the tears welling up in Scamp's eyes. He pretended not to notice, staring off at the trees.

	"Pop?"

	Tramp's gaze shifted downward.

	Scamp paused. "You're no fun."

	They broke into a wonderful chorus of laughter. All the hurt between them seemed to soothe itself away, and for a moment, Tramp was a good father with a big heart. He hugged his boy tight. "Dad, what were you doing to yourself, anyway?"

	Caught! Scamp had seen his father groping himself. Tramp let go of his son. He had no idea at all of what to do or how to answer that question. He tried to think of something, but all he could do was sit there with an expression of guilt.

	"I've just been feeling," he couldn't tell him the truth, of course, "...weird."

	"Whaddya mean?"

	He thought how he could best explain it without saying too much. "Well...I don't have a lot of time to myself anymore, and there are certain things I'd like to do..."

	"Like what?" The pup was curious and eager. "Maybe I can help you!"

	Tramp could hardly keep himself from giggling. "No, no," he shook his head. "This is something I have to do alone."

	"How come?"

	Scamp was relentless, but his father sighed patiently. "It's just...a special part of me needs some attention."

	Outright confusion shone in Scamp's expression. "Dad, what are you talking about? What part? What are you going to do?"

	Tramp sighed. This is as far as he would go. "...Something that makes a very private part of me feel very good."

	"Your penis?"

	Tramp's ears twitched and roused. "You know what it is!?" Hearing his son say that word for the first time was only further confirmation that the boy was indeed growing up. "How did you...? Who told you that!?"

	"My sisters. They said they went to mom and asked: 'What's all that stuff between Scamp's legs?'" he said, mocking his three sisters. "They came and started to tell me a few things, but mom yelled at them. Said girls 'mature' faster and I wasn't old enough..."

	Tramp nodded. No...he and Lady had different ideas about that subject. She wanted to wait at least another six months before Scamp learned anything sexual. She said it would traumatize him if they didn't wait, but as a male, Tramp could see that now was definitely the right time. He never realized how quickly Scamp was growing. He'd assumed Scamp was too busy harassing his sisters or digging holes in the backyard to wonder much about it.

	But...a pup his age should know more about his body. Time to make up for it.

	"You think I'm old enough, right pop?"

	Suddenly, he stood. "Follow me," he said, leading Scamp to the little hiding place he'd picked out for himself earlier. He had a few ideas about how to teach Scamp about sex and it would be unwise to do it out in the open, even if the park did look deserted today. He wasn't hiding from the humans, but from other dogs...from his family. If a human stumbled upon them, they both had their collars and licenses. But if Lady came looking for them...there would be trouble. As the two of them disappeared into hidden safety, the park was empty again.

	Tramp sat, this time on cool grass instead of hard stone. The river to his right now added a pleasant breeze and gentle music to their conversation. "Do you remember anything they told you?"

	"Huh?" Scamp said, taking a seat as well.

	"Your sisters. Do you remember anything they told you?"

	"Like what?"

	"Did they tell you what 'that stuff' between your legs does?"

	Scamp rolled his eyes. "Dad, I know it's where I pee from."

	Tramp chuckled out loud at his son's innocence. "Did they tell you what else it does?"

	"...No..." Scamp stood up and tilted his head, genuinely curious. "What else does it do?"

	"Well..." Tramp started. This was the hard part. He'd been dreading this moment for a long time. Growing up without a father, he had to learn about his body by observing the dogs around him and experimenting with himself. He had no idea how to explain it in words to someone who truly didn't know, especially his own son. Suddenly, he wished dearly that he'd better prepared himself with something to say before going this far. Some easy way to describe the wonders of...

	"Pop?"

	Tramp shook his head free of the dirty idea that was brewing there.

	"Earth to Dad! What else does it do?"

	"Uhh..." Back to square one. He had to come up with something quickly. He was embarrassing himself. "It's for making puppies."

	Scamp paused, then sat down again. There was unmistakable confusion in his eyes. He looked between his legs to the parts his father was talking about. He even pawed at them a bit, wondering how such a thing was possible. "Really?!" he said, dumbfounded.

	Tramp nodded. "That's right. I helped make you and your sisters with mine." Without thinking, he drew his son's attention to his own set of private parts, and he blushed deeply when Scamp looked.

	Scamp stared at his father's sheath for a moment, then looked back at his own. "How?"

	"Now that is the important question," said Tramp, regaining his confidence. He knew he would have to explain everything to satisfy his son's curiosity. He finally found bravery enough to start laying it all down on the grass between them. Sighing heavily, he began.

	"Do you remember when your mother said you came from her body?"

	Scamp nodded.

	"Well, your mother and I did something very special to make you and your sisters grow inside her. See, there's a place inside your mother where I...I put my penis," Tramp pointed to himself again. "And...it makes some stuff that...goes into her...and...umm..." Again, the words escaped him. He was doing a terrible job.

	Scamp looked between his legs. "What?" He shook his head. "I don't get it, pop."

	Tramp sighed again. He had known it might come to this eventually. It was his duty as a father to show his son... "Here, let me explain it a little better." He lifted his paw to his sheath and tugged downward at it, quickly exposing the glistening flesh of his proud doghood. 

	Scamp leapt up from the ground, not believing what was on display between his father's legs. "Woah! What is that?!"

	Tramp pulled its cover it all the way back, holding it there while his son gawked. "This is what a penis looks like, Scamp."

	"That!?" Scamp found himself looking back and forth from his father's parts to his own, wondering if he could do the same.

	Tramp knew exactly what the pup was thinking. "Go ahead. Give it a shot, son."

	Scamp poked at himself for a moment before wrapping his paw around his sheath and attempting to yank downward. He quickly discovered pain. "Ow!" He gasped, letting go of himself.

	Tramp giggled as distant memories of first discovering himself flooded his mind. "Try again. Not so hard this time."

	Scamp was much more gentle with himself, barely pulling at all. He tried to do what his father had done, but even after tugging and pulling many times, he failed. "Why can't I do it, dad?"

	Scamp's ears fell and he gave up. His father knew he had to help. Tramp let his own sheath slip back into place and said, "You've got to pull at just the right angle. Here, roll over and I'll show you."

	Scamp was a little nervous, but he did as he was told, rolling onto his back, allowing his father to see him where he was most sensitive and vulnerable. His father's eyes looked him over warmly, not coldly and analytical like he imagined his mother might. It almost felt as if they were seeing each other for the first time, and in a way, they were. Tramp sat at Scamp's tail end and prepared to do something he'd never even considered since becoming a father. As his paw inched closer, he tried to hide his trembling.

	Something stabbed into Tramp's thoughts and his face froze with worry. Lady... He hesitated. "You know, I really shouldn't be doing this," he uttered in a moment of doubt. He pulled back his paw and looked away. 

	"Why not?" whined the pup.

	Tramp's gaze was fixed on the trees across the river. "Your mom wouldn't like it."

	"...I won't tell her..."

	Tramp's ears swayed. He looked back. "Promise?"

	"Promise."

	When Tramp himself couldn't think of any other reason, he smiled.

	The first touch obviously startled the pup. No one but him had ever directly touched his sheath before - not on purpose, at least. He felt slightly invaded for just a moment, but it passed as his father's paw began to make him feel very warm. Scamp was just getting used to that feeling when, without warning, Tramp angled the sheath in his paw toward Scamp's face and slowly pulled it all the way down. Scamp was unable to stifle a moan. He hadn't felt that sort of friction, and indeed, any friction at all on that particular part of his body before. Tramp held the sheath back at the base between a pair of paw toes. His son's own slimy, pink flesh was completely naked and in full view of both dogs' curious eyes.

	Scamp stared in deep disbelief at this new part of him before finally cracking a goofy little smile. "Wow..." was the only word he could manage. His face lit up with delight as he reached down with a cautious paw and gently touched his puppyhood. It took him only a moment to discover how good it made him feel and he was soon rubbing himself steadily at the tip.

	Tramp smiled down as he witnessed each stage of his son's discovery of the pleasures of his body. He held Scamp's penis at the base, keeping it steady and unsheathed for his son while the pup continued stroking himself. "This feels really good, dad," he heard him say.

	Tramp nodded. "It's very sensitive." To his surprise, he could see increasing girth in Scamp's penis. As a matter of fact, Tramp lifted his paw from between his son's legs to see that Scamp's knot had already grown large enough to keep his sheath back. But as soon as Tramp let go, Scamp stopped rubbing himself. First, he looked up at his father, then downward. His eyes widened as they came to rest on the bulge now at the base of his puppyhood. Scamp froze in a panic.

	"Son, son, it's okay," said Tramp, laying a comforting paw on Scamp's shoulder after seeing his shock. "We call that a knot. It's normal, don't worry..." He edged closer, lowering his head and closely admiring his son's fully engorged penis. Scamp could feel his father's hot breath between his legs. "You're big for your age," he said with a proud smile. He wasn't flattering the boy. Actually, Scamp's penis was a fair size larger than Tramp's had been when he was a pup, and Tramp's had filled out very nicely over the years. He could only imagine what his son would be boasting when he reached full adulthood.

	He looked around, slightly paranoid about being discovered even in their special hiding place. "...You can keep going if you want. Better take this off, though." Tramp slipped Scamp's collar over his head and set it aside. "Don't want to ruin it."

	Scamp didn't know what he meant by that and he felt a little uncomfortable without his collar, but he distracted himself by wrapping his paw around his cock and stroking again. Soon though, he stopped and spoke up. "Pop?"

	Tramp had been staring. Scamp lying there, belly-up without collar, so naked and exposed...masturbating for his first time... It demanded Tramp's gaze. "Hey, pop?" Tramp blinked himself out of his trance and leaned down a bit to show that he was listening.

	"Could you... Could you put your paw back down there...where it was?" Scamp looked up at his father with begging eyes. "I-I liked how it felt."

	Lady would kill him if she found out about this, but Tramp simply could not resist that innocence his son was displaying. So, he smiled and gently slid his paw behind the knot just like Scamp had asked, pressing downward a little to enhance the experience. He wanted his son's first time to be very special...like his never was.

	As Scamp felt his father's paw applying that perfect pressure, he shivered and pawed at himself madly. Scamp was off in another world, lost deep in these marvelous new feelings. Tramp smirked, knowing it would only get better. He watched his face very closely - not wanting to miss those final moments - as Scamp's breathing became erratic. Eyes were locked shut as he pawed. Tramp watched as his son's levels of pleasure continued to rise, and nearly giggled when the cute little pup couldn't stop his throat from setting free a few quiet moans.

	Suddenly, Scamp stopped everything. His paw retracted almost like it had been bitten. Tramp looked down, his ears showing confusion. "What's wrong, Scamp?"

     "...It feels weird."

	Tramp's sweet smile returned. "It's okay, son. You don't have to be afraid of it."

	Scamp looked up at his father. "But it's all tingly...and it's...leaking something. Am I peeing?" Scamp showed his dad the beads of fluid that hung from his paw.

	Tramp's heart leapt. "Oh, you're probably right there at the edge, then! Wow! That didn't take you long at all!"

	Scamp shook his head. "The edge of what?" he asked.

	"I'll show you. Be prepared, Scamp. This is going to feel a little strange...but you'll like it. I promise." Tramp wrapped his free paw around Scamp's shaft and began stroking it with expertise that made Scamp blush and moan out loud. He had no clue what was going on with his body, but he found himself caring less and less as his pleasure grew.

	"Oh, dad! That's so g-uh... That's so good..." Scamp began thrusting upward into his father's skilled paw. "I ca... I ca... Somethi... s... ugh..." He found speaking to be almost impossible as the power of his first orgasm prepared to invade his body. "It... I can't... What's happening, daddy?!"

	It had been a long time since Scamp had called him 'daddy.' Tramp just kept pawing, knowing full well the kind of bliss the little pup was trying to exclaim. Scamp lifted his head up and opened his eyes. He had to look, thinking there was somehow some magic happening between his legs, not knowing what was responsible for this feeling. He half expected to see a lightning bolt coming from the top of the sky, electrifying this part of him that now ached with so much pleasure that he couldn't think!

	But there was no magic, no lightning, only his father's paws working between his legs. Suddenly, the pleasure grew even more! Scamp arched his back, blinded and debilitated by how good it felt. He still stared blankly at his penis as it began throbbing and launching streams of a strange white liquid onto his face. Scamp's neck weakened and his head fell back onto the grass as he reveled in the feeling of his very first orgasm.

	"Something very special is happening to you right now, son." Scamp didn't respond, of course. He only stared wide-eyed into the sky and gasped at this new experience. Tramp chuckled quietly at Scamp's adorable expression while semen shot upward and landed on the pup's face and chest. As the squirts weakened, they drew streaks all the way back down to his puppyhood, which still oozed his juice all over his father's paw well after the first orgasm of his life had left him in a stupor.

	The proud father gently took his paws away, bringing the messy one to his nose to take in his son's most true and intimate scent. Scamp was thoroughly stunned by what his body had just experienced. He sank into the grass, breathing hard as he found the strength to look up to his father with confused eyes. He had so many questions, but he still could barely speak.

	"Wh...what just happened, dad? That felt so good!" Scamp looked down at the weird goo he'd squirted on himself and cautiously touched some of it. "And what's all this sticky stuff?"

	Scamp's father searched his mind for the simplest explanation. He held up his cum-covered paw and drew Scamp's attention to it. "I've heard humans call it 'semen'." Scamp echoed the new word. "It's the stuff that can make puppies if you...put it in a girl," Tramp said. He gulped...hesitated. "But...you'll learn all about that later."

	Scamp looked down at the pink still raging between his legs. He was much more interested in an answer to the other part of his question. "But what about that feeling. What was that?!"

	Tramp recalled another human word. "You had an orgasm just now." Again, little Scamp echoed the new word, as if testing it against his lips. "Or you can say you're 'cumming' if that's easier." Tramp thought about Lady and his daughters. "No matter what anyone tells you, Scamp, it's not a bad thing. It's...one of the pleasures of life, that's all. It happens to every male when this stuff comes out."

	Tramp began idly cleaning his paw, licking all his son's seed from it. "You taste good, pal," he said, smiling down at him.

	Scamp looked back down between his legs, to that special part of him that still pointed to the sky, then up into his father's eyes. "...Can you make me...have an orgasm again?"

	Tramp's ears stirred. Although he would've been delighted to...he knew at Scamp's age, he would need rest. "Sorry, Scamp...I don't think you'll be able to go again so soon. Your body need some more time to, uh..." he tickled his son's little testes, "...refuel, you see."

	Scamp shivered at his father's touch. "Can we try? I really want to feel that again."

	Half a smile crossed Tramp's muzzle and he nodded. "Okay," he said, softly. His left paw found its way back underneath Scamp's knot and his right paw returned to begin stroking his son's shaft again. His touch was softer this time with Tramp mindful of the new sensitivity of that flesh, but Scamp showed no evidence of discomfort. Instead, he looked up at Tramp and said, "Could you do it a little harder, pop? Like you did before?"

	Tramp briefly showed his surprise, then tightened his grip and sped up his stroking. Scamp let out a long, pleasant sigh. "Yeah, like that," said the pup, shutting his eyes and relaxing again. As he concentrated on how good his father's paws were making him feel, the foggy memory of that incredible...'orgasm' - as his father had called it - he'd experienced hung like cobwebs in his mind. And with Tramp masturbating him like this, his thoughts were nowhere else. All that mattered was cumming again as quickly as possible.

	Scamp didn't know it but, he was returning to that point incredibly fast, especially for a dog his age. He'd already begun panting again, moaning steadily at the smoothness of his dad's pawpads and the way his fur tickled. It was heavenly the way Tramp stroked him, twisting his paw, curling it slightly over the tip. Not too fast. Not too slow. Scamp was losing himself in the electric feeling that seemed to be approaching again.

	An expression of pure astonishment lie on Tramp's face. He couldn't believe how fast his son had recovered! The little penis in his paw started its throbbing again as Scamp passed the point of no return. A loud moan from the pup's throat and out came another load of young cream. "Oh, my g-" Tramp exclaimed. His jaw was slack open, like he'd just seen a particularly impossible circus act.

	Scamp, himself was amazed, but for a different reason. Again, the feeling of the lightning bolt returned, but the orgasm burned through Scamp's loins even stronger than it had before. He didn't know why his father thought it would take longer. He didn't care. The feeling was here, and it was everything he wanted! It stayed with him for a few long moments and he bathed himself in goo all the while. Just as Scamp began to think it might last forever, it faded away and left him to catch his breath.

	Tramp, fully convinced that he'd satisfied his son's sexual need for the time being, took away his paws again. But Scamp was quick to ask for more. "Can you do it again? Please?"

	His question went unanswered, though. His father's attention was on the scenery around them. Scamp's moaning was getting loud, and Tramp was looking cautiously about, just incase. "Pop?" Glancing back down to his son, he noticed a growing need between his own legs. If he was going to do this again... He reached beneath himself and pulled his sheath back over his knot before it grew any larger. Nothing more incredibly uncomfortable than having a full knot stuck inside your sheath.

	Having taken care of that, his attention turned back to Scamp, whose eyes widened at the sight of his father's thickened sex. For a moment, he just stared at it. So much larger than his own... Tramp smiled down at him proudly and quickly returned to pawing him off. Scamp's attention was immediately brought back to his own body.

	The smooth pads of his father's paws slid rapidly up and down his adolescent tool. Already, he was being brought back up toward that feeling he was quickly falling in love with. A few things passed through his mind as he and Tramp shared a glance. The respect he had for his father was absolute now. It was almost as if his father had been physically transparent before today. Scamp had never felt so close to him, nor had he ever felt more pride in having Tramp as his dad. He couldn't help but let his gaze wander downward to once more admire the pink flesh twice the size of his own. He noticed it was dripping heavily...

	"Oooh! I'm cumming, dad!" Scamp bucked his hips upward as his third climax began, taking both dogs by surprise. The little penis in Tramp's paw ejaculated yet again. All the right muscles between the pup's legs pulsed and throbbed. This time, it was even better than the second one and Scamp writhed in pleasure in the grass. He felt like shouting, but a pitifully quiet howl was all his throat could produce. He dug his claws into the dirt like a little beast and he even kicked his legs a little, as though his orgasm was the river to his left and he was trying desperately to swim with the current. Through the whole experience, he wondered how such a small part of him could make him twitch and moan like this.

	Then of course, the feeling moved on. Just as Tramp was ready to clean his paws of another load of Scamp's seed, his son looked up at him and said, "Again, please."

	It wasn't a command, but rather a desperate plea. Tramp couldn't believe it! Even after three, Scamp still wanted more, but he was not about to deny his son the pleasure he was asking for. Suddenly, he understood. With a libido like this, it was no wonder Scamp always acted out the way he did.

	Tramp's paws resumed, using the mess they'd made as lubrication. Scamp was overjoyed at the new oily feeling. He could hear his own pounding heartbeat, but he was completely relaxed. Tramp pawed at his son, watching very closely as he began to breathe heavily again. Scamp opened his eyes and looked straight at his father. Tramp knew he was nearing another orgasm, and he returned his free paw to Scamp's knot, locking it underneath and smiling down at the little gray firecracker. "I'm cumming again," the pup said quietly.

	A series of gasps slipped out of Scamp's muzzle, then he moaned, half in pleasure, half in amazement, as his penis ejected the appropriate fluids once more. He nearly shouted in ecstasy at the sudden power of his fourth climax. The repeated increases in pleasure, not to mention the feeling of orgasm itself, were still very new to him. More semen went shooting across his face, drawing lines down his chest and to the source. He thrust his penis into Tramp's paw the whole time, his baser instincts commanding it of him.

	"Oh, dad... Those feel so good," he said, coming down from number four.

	Tramp nodded in full agreement. "They certainly do, don't they?" It was a feeling he missed sorely. He stopped stroking the little cock in his paw. It couldn't wait anymore. He had to help himself. Scamp whined when those wonderful paws were taken away. "Sorry, pal," he said. "I've got to..." He didn't wait for Scamp's approval. Seeing his son cum so many times, he couldn't take it. He grabbed his stiff cock and began violently pawing off.

	Scamp could only watch his father. Tramp pumped his big cock and moaned out in a way that made his son blush. It had only been a few seconds, but that's all it took for the pent-up juices inside Tramp's testes to come out. As Tramp remembered his son was watching him do this, he couldn't hold it back anymore...even if he'd wanted to. His body exploded into that level of ecstasy he'd all but forgotten about. He shut his eyes and clenched his teeth hard as the stroking continued to fuel his orgasm. The burning pleasure kept on, and the milky fluid was just as relentless. Numerous streams, much longer and much, much thicker than Scamp's, landed on the boy, but Tramp barely noticed. He had no mind of anything but the orgasm he'd waited so long to have. All that mattered was that his paw kept stroking...kept that feeling going as long as possible.

	Scamp watched the whole thing happen. He was already wet with his own cum, so he didn't mind much when he was showered with Tramp's warm squirts. He watched his dad's face very closely as he experienced the same blasts of electric pleasure that Scamp had discovered today. Of course, Tramp lost himself in it and he had no idea how long it had been already. It felt like the longest orgasm of his life! His hips still bucked into his paw, and his chest heaved in and out. His mind was racing with random thoughts, most of them dirty. Soon though, the impossible feeling started fading slowly away. The squirts thinned out and it all stopped completely. He focused his eyes on Scamp. With all he'd stored up over the months, he'd soaked the boy.

	He smiled down apologetically. "Sorry," he said, shrugging.

	"It's okay." Scamp only giggled and licked his lips. "I kinda like your milk. It's nice and warm, too."

	Hearing his son refer to the semen that covered his chest and oozed down his neck as... 'milk'... sent Tramp spiraling downward into even deeper levels of arousal. He knew once wouldn't be enough to satisfy. Such a long time without release, his body demanded more. He'd have to go again. Wiping his paw across Scamp's belly, he gathered some of the fluid from there and slapped it on his doghood for lubrication. "Want more?" he asked with a smile as he began stroking himself again, committing to round two.

	Scamp wiggled himself a bit deeper into the grass and nodded coyly. He did want more of the warm goo. He wanted to taste his father, just like his father had tasted him. Waiting patiently for another load, Scamp was perfectly still. Tramp, on the other paw, had himself twitching and gasping, his stiff body still trying to thrust into his paw. Their eyes locked together in an awkward stare over that moment.

	Tramp moaned through clenched teeth. "You like watching me?"

	Scamp smirked at the question. Even though it seemed silly, he knew better. His father was being very naughty, and he loved this...new side of him. "Yeah," he said, glancing downward to the huge penis. For a moment, the only things that could be heard were the gentle wind through the trees...and the slimy noises coming from between Tramp's legs.

	"... Feels good, Scamp..."

	"You almost there?" 

	He nodded. He was obviously very close. "You want daddy's milk?"

	"Uh-huh," Scamp pleaded. "Can I have it in my mouth this time?"

	Tramp managed to whisper a quivering, "Okay," and scrambled to position himself at Scamp's front before it was too late. He straddled the boy and put a gentle, comfortable weight on his chest. He inched closer with his penis just above Scamp's face. Scamp opened his muzzle, ready for the splash of warmth. Tramp's paw worked the orgasm out with just a few more strokes and he moaned quietly as it took him over for the second time. Head down, he watched the first big globs of cum shoot onto his son's tongue.

	Squirts of white, gooey liquid splashed inside Scamp's muzzle, and he immediately tasted its strong saltiness. The very same stuff that had created him. The taste of his father. He gulped it hungrily it as it slid to the back of his throat, keeping his mouth open for more. And there was much more. It filled his little muzzle too quickly for him to swallow it all, but he wasn't discouraged. Instead, he grasped his father's maleness and the tip of it disappeared into his mouth. The larger dog gasped, then smiled at the enthusiasm he'd inspired in the boy. Scamp sucked desperately, now nursing from his father just as he had nursed from his mother's belly.

	After what seemed like a rainstorm's worth of sticky mess, Tramp slumped in relief when Scamp let go. There was a hard thump beside the puppy as his dad rolled off his chest and lay belly-up in the grass beside him. Both dogs smiled at each other, panting hard. Gentle winds from the river blew coldly through Scamp's cum-soaked fur and he shivered. After only a few moments of intense rest, Tramp leaned in close to his son. Scamp had no idea what he was in for. His father's eyes burned with excitement. Tramp inched closer until lips met, muzzles opened, and tongues mingled.

	Scamp had been kissed by his father before. Just licks to his cheek, though. Only Lady ever kissed Scamp or his sisters muzzle-to-muzzle, but even those were brief, innocent little pecks. This was something different. This was deep. He could feel Tramp's long tongue on the back of his throat, on his sharp teeth, on the roof of his mouth. This was a kiss that bristled the fur between his shoulder blades; a kiss he thought a father reserved only for the mother of his pups...but that didn't stop him from liking it. It wasn't hurried, like the way a dog would lick the inside of a bowl. It was slow and passionate and sexy... Sexy; a word he never thought he would attribute to his own father.

	Tramp tasted every drop of himself that had remained in his son's mouth. He snuck a paw around to the nape of Scamp's neck to draw their faces closer. His eyes had been closed when their mouths met, but they shot open when he felt his son begin to kiss back. He felt little puppy paws grip the sides of his muzzle, pulling him even closer and deeper. He smiled inside, rolling and twisting his head with the movements of Scamp's mouth. Whenever Scamp would offer his tongue to the mix, Tramp would suckle on it. Kissing him now, he knew Scamp would be a great lover someday. He already was...

	Even though Scamp would've liked more time to get to know his father's muzzle in a way he never thought he would, Tramp broke the kiss and pulled away. Strings of drool and leftover semen linked their muzzles together for a moment as they parted. Scamp didn't have time to ask for another kiss, twitching and moaning lewdly as a big paw began stroking his cock. The kiss had been so enchanting, he'd forgotten that his penis was still exposed. As that new pleasure slowly returned to his body, Scamp shut his eyes, relaxing into it as much as the intense feeling would allow. Tramp giggled softly, watching the expressions on his son's face as he touched him. That sloppy kiss lay fresh in Scamp's mind, and it was that thought and the taste of his father still in his mouth that pushed him toward his next climax.

	At this point, his orgasms began to lock his body up each time. He couldn't focus his eyes on anything. He couldn't even hold his eyelids open. They seemed to force themselves closed in a dazed, half-lidded sort of way. He couldn't thrust or wiggle around like he had been. Motion was not possible, other than his body and voice spasming uncontrollably from the intensity. He was at the mercy of his own body during climax, and he loved every moment.

	It would never take long for Scamp to climb into ecstasy again, and soon he would shout for his father to keep going. "Please don't stop, daddy!" he'd beg, having trouble speaking clearly through the semen that almost completely coated his muzzle now. Every time he tried to talk, he'd end up spitting the mess everywhere and taking in a mouthful of it. Between his own cum and his father's, he was soaked in it. It was all over him, and Tramp was there to experience the whole messy thing with him.

	Sometimes after a particularly wracking orgasm, Tramp would keep pawing even though Scamp didn't want him to. He wanted to tell him to stop, but the need to cum again kept him from blurting it out. Tramp didn't notice anyway. He was morbidly fascinated by Scamp's ability and very curious to see just how many times he could go in his mad trance. He continued counting Scamp's orgasms.

	8...9...10... Tramp broke the silence. "Having fun?" Scamp found the strength to nod.

	11...12...13... His climaxes actually ran completely dry of young semen at number 13, but the boy still wouldn't allow himself to stop!

	14...15...16...17... He powered through them with only about twenty seconds between each one, sometimes as little as ten! Tramp's arm was weakening, but Scamp still continued. There was no more cum shooting out of his son, but he could feel the throbbing and pulsing of climax in his little cock.

	18...19...20! He truly couldn't believe what he was seeing! Tramp's paw could barely keep pumping, but Scamp's libido seemed endless! His sex-drive surpassed what the rest of his body could handle. Except for his penis, every part of him lay limp and motionless on the grass. His mouth hung carelessly open and semen dripped from his lips down onto his tongue. Neither of them had spoken since number 10. Actually, if it weren't for the twitching and convulsing during orgasms, Scamp would look to be fast asleep.

	Finally, as the pup reached number 21, he spasmed like usual, gripping the earth with his claws, only he spoke up this time. "Too much, dad..." he said, but his voice strained hard with his body and it came out as unintelligible babble. Tramp passed it off as just that. "Uunnnngghh!" Scamp's back arched with more unbearable pleasure as his father's paw continued stroking him through the orgasm. "No more, please, please! ... Please!" he moaned out more clearly than before. Tramp quickly removed his paws, letting his boy's twenty-first climax burn itself out.

	After it was done with, Tramp's paw found its way to his son's testicles again, massaging them very gently after all they had been through in such a short time.

	"Had enough, little whirlwind?"

	Throat still quivering with the distant shock of such an experience, Scamp muttered, "... Yeah."

	The next thing Scamp knew was the sweet warmth of his father's muzzle. Tramp kissed him just like before: deep, sloppy, and wonderful. The pup did his best to match what his father had done during the first kiss; stroking the fur on daddy's face, twisting his head, suckling on that big tongue... Scamp was learning fast. As Tramp pulled away, their tongues remained and danced together for a moment. "Okay, Scamp," he said when the kiss ended. "Let's get you cleaned up." He looked his son over. "You...are such a mess," said Tramp, laughing at the strings of fluid that dripped from nearly every strand of fur on Scamp's body. Scamp looked himself over, smirked, and rolled up off the grass.

	As the boy padded slowly down to the river, Tramp just stared. He'd known he would love his son even before he was born, but he never thought he'd fall in love with him. 21 orgasms... He was a special boy indeed... He couldn't take his eyes off Scamp's rear as he walked. His little cock dangled and swayed with the way he carried himself. It was still dripping... Tramp's gaze fell a bit and he smiled at the wet trail and gooey pawprints Scamp was leaving in the grass.

	"You coming, pop?"

	Tramp followed the boy into the water. He gave Scamp and himself both a good scrubbing, making sure to rub everything out of their fur and get rid of any incriminating scents. As they finished bathing themselves, Tramp lowered his head to his pup's. "That was fun, Scamp. Maybe we can do something special next week, too," he whispered slyly into his son's ear before stepping ashore and shaking himself off.

	Scamp stared up the bank at his father for a moment. The day was still very bright and Tramp's fur sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight as he trotted. Scamp gulped before following him out of the river and quickly shaking the water out of his fur. He dashed to catch up with his father and together, they started on the stone path home, where the little pup was beginning to realize he'd spend all his time looking forward to...next week.