Daddy's Boy

Brock's eyes snapped open, the rabbit turning over, his sleepy eyes blinking as he looked at the bedroom window. The first few rays of the sun were just starting to shimmer in the crisp morning air, the skies burning with a crimson tint and the blinds shining with a golden glow. He reached over to his bedside table, yawning slightly as he tapped at his phone screen. It was barely five in the morning, he still had a few hours of sleep before he'd need to wake up. Brock sighed as he closed his eyes and rolled over, his wife still peacefully snoozing away. He'd had some difficulties with sleep in the last week or so, his nights restless, usually waking up a few times during his sleep. As much as he tried to will himself to sleep, it was no use. The bunny grunted in frustration, flipping over to his back, staring up at the ceiling. He tried to empty his thoughts, but one in particular kept constantly sieging his brain, one of his hands wandering down to his underwear absentmindedly. He only realised where his paw was travelling to once it grasped his sheath, his tip poking out into his underwear. He quickly pulled his hand back, slipping it under his head as he took a deep breath. Rabbits were notorious for their libidos, and Brock was certainly no different in that regard, his carnal instincts even stronger than that of the average lagomorph. Though his wife was usually enough to help alleviate the issues, he had become even more lost in the grips of lust in recent times, starting when he spied on his own son masturbating with a plushie. Ever since that day, almost every waking hour of Brock's had been a constant haze of unquenchable thirst. Jerking off certainly helped, but only for an hour or two, sometimes it'd be less than half an hour before he found his cock straining against the front of his pants again. Proper sex was slightly more helpful, usually giving him some respite for the better part of the day, but for the rest of the day he'd still need to run to the bathroom just to give his paw some love. Plus, though Brock's wife was wonderfully active when it came to the bedroom side of things, she wasn't ready to hop on him every single day. He closed his eyes and relaxed his breathing, his mind starting to wonder. Images of Kenny humping a plushie wolf flashed in Brock's mind, his hips pistoning into the toy, his adolescent dick twitching as ropes of cum splattered all over the soft fur. 
The bunny's hand crept downwards, slipping down the front of his boxers, his fingers caressing his length, the rod quickly starting to rise out of its sheath. Drops of precum ran down and smeared all over the fur on his fingers, a tiny gasp escaping his muzzle. Just as his cock had risen to full mast, his wife stirred and turned around, her eyes slowly opening as she smiled warmly at Brock, 
"Mmh, good morning honey, what are you doing up so early, trouble sleeping?" 
He gulped as he pulled his hand out of his underwear, trying to appear as casual as he could, hiding his morning routine, 
"No, I just… woke up a little earlier, guess I've got a lot of energy stored up."
"That's great, maybe you could burn up some of that energy by making me a cup of coffee?" 
Both rabbits laughed as she stretched and got up off the bed, her large backside barely stuffed inside of white panties doing very little to help Brock's erection. As she walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth, he resumed taking care of his morning wood, sighing as his hand moved up and down, his breath quickening and his heart beating faster. His strokes became more and more frantic, his mind filled with the memories of his son's asshole, cock, ballsack, and muzzle. He bit down on the corner of his pillow and bucked against his own paw as he came, his fingers and palm quickly soaked in bunny seed. Brock's whole body went limp, panting heavily as he sighed, wiping his hand on his underwear. Another pair of boxers drenched in cum, with the speed that he was going through underwear his wife would probably have some questions soon enough. He grinned as he thought to himself that maybe he should start doing the laundry. Within seconds his mind was up to its old tricks once more, his thoughts wandering to what he'd do with Kenny's dirty clothes. He snapped back to reality and cursed himself, feeling his dick start hardening again. This would be a long day.

Kenny hopped up onto the seat, hungrily licking his lips as his mom set down a plate in front of him, the boy attacking his breakfast ravenously. As he was shovelling the food into his muzzle, Brock walked into the kitchen, smiling at the two. Kenny mumbled a morning greeting to his dad with a mouthful of food, both of his parents laughing slightly. Brock poured himself a cup of coffee as his wife kissed his cheek, 
"I've gotta go, they're really busy at the office this morning. I'll see you two later on tonight, bye!" 
She waved goodbye at both of the males as she jogged for the door, pulling her coat on as she stepped outside. Brock sat down next to Kenny, sipping his coffee as he watched the cub eating. He thought about it for a few moments, but eventually patted the boy on his back, grinning as he spoke, 
"What would you say about a day off from school?" 
Kenny swallowed down the bite of food in his mouth, looking up at his dad, 
"That'd be cool I guess."
"So would you be interested if I suggested we both take the day off and go cruising around the city, find some fun stuff to do, maybe do a little shopping and sightseeing?" 
Kenny enthusiastically nodded his head, a wide smile growing on his face. Brock continued, 
"But this would just be between you and me, okay? I'll send a note to your school, saying you're sick."
"Okay, I won't say anything, to anyone!" 
"Alright buddy, eat up and then get dressed, we've got the whole town to explore."
Kenny hugged his dad, before quickly turning back to his breakfast, eating as fast as he could. 

The two rabbits were driving through the town, having already spent a few hours walking at the beach and feeding the seagulls. The next stop was the local mall, the duo strolling through the place just as the stores were opening up. A clothing store caught Brock's attention, a naughty glimmer in his eyes as he nodded towards the store, 
"Hey, how about some fresh new digs for you, huh?" 
"Sure!" 
They walked into the store, slowly browsing the shelves and the racks. Brock suggested several pieces of clothing to Kenny, ranging from t-shirts, to shorts, to underwear. Eventually a small stack of different clothes were piled in their shopping basket, Kenny starting to head towards the checkout. He was stopped by his dad's hand grabbing his shoulder however, Brock smiling as he pointed towards a fitting booth off to the side of the store, 
"We can't just buy clothes willy-nilly, you're gonna need to try them on first, to see if they fit properly."
The man placed a hand onto Kenny's back, guiding the cub towards the fitting booth. They were situated in a quiet corner of the shop, with no direct line of sight to most of the store floor, curtains acting as doors to give privacy while you're trying on the clothes. They both slipped inside, Brock drawing the curtain closed before turning to his boy, grinning as he knelt down,
"Let me help you with the clothes." 
The father slowly ran his hands down Kenny's sides, stopping at the rabbit's hips and grabbing the shirt, lifting it up. The boy stood still, unsure of what exactly was going on as his cream coloured fur was slowly revealed, his shirt rolled up to his chest. Brock leaned forwards and stuck his muzzle directly into the cub's belly fur, his nose twitching and his pants starting to tent up as the slightly musky scent filled his mind, letting out a sigh as he tugged the shirt off completely, setting it down on the ground. He grabbed Kenny's arm and lifted it up, moving his nose up to his son's armpit, taking in the delicious smell of young boy sweat, his tongue slipping out as he gave the pit a few gentle licks. Kenny shuffled in place as his cheeks reddened, his ears flush against his head, 
"Dad… what are you doing?" 
"Shh… this'll make you feel really good." 

Brock's hands quickly unbuttoned and pulled down his boy's pants and boxers, finding a quickly stiffening dick waiting for him, the red tip peeking out of its sheath. He dipped his muzzle down, nuzzling the tiny ballsack, giving it a thorough tongue bath, the cub grabbing his father's head and moaning as Brock's tongue cupped his balls and lapped at his taint. The man took the entire shaft into his maw, suckling it as he continued massaging and swabbing it with his tongue, his nose bumping up against Kenny's crotch, large globs of precum shooting down his throat. He could feel the boy starting to hump his mouth, the small cock sliding back and forth, Kenny's hands grasping at his ears as quiet moans and grunts filled the small fitting booth, a few drops of sweat collecting on his brow as the enclosed space quickly heated up. Brock knew how to handle a dick with his muzzle, and his virginal son was no match for him, the young bunny's first time with anyone else proving to be rather overwhelming. Kenny collapsed down against his dad's head, holding on for dear life as his mouth hung open, saliva dripping down his chin as his eyes rolled back, his knees buckling together and his cottonball tail wagging as the primal need for release grew more and more with each passing second. Brock wrapped his tongue around the shaft as it started twitching, small bursts of cum flooding his maw, sticky ropes of seed painting the walls of his mouth as he swallowed, gulping down a few mouthfuls of young spunk as his son huffed and moaned. He let the cock slip out of him and propped it up onto his muzzle, letting the last of the sperm stain and smear all over the fur on his face, licking his lips as he unbuckled his belt. 

With his mouth still filled with Kenny's cum, Brock grabbed his son by the hips and spun the cub around, exposing his wonderfully thick buns. The father gently gripped the two thick asscheeks, kneading and massaging them as he spread them apart, a cute little pink hole peeking out from under the stubby tail. He leaned down to give the tailhole a sloppy kiss, flicking his tongue up and down against it, making sure it was covered in his saliva before pushing his tongue inside, Kenny moaning as his asshole is penetrated for the first time. After ensuring the boy was lubed up inside and out, he stood back up, lifting the bunny boy onto a small stool, bringing the tantalising ass that's been dominating his mind for the last week perfectly at crotch level with him. He lightly nudged Kenny on the back, getting the cub to bend over slightly as he spit on one of his hands and rubbed it all over his cock, the shaft coated and dripping in his saliva and precum. His heart beat quicker and quicker, his ears perking up as he could hear every footstep and word spoken by the people outside of the fitting booth. He laid his head onto Kenny's shoulder, whispering into the rabbit's ear, 
"This might feel a bit uncomfortable at first, but it's gonna feel really good really soon, okay? Daddy needs you to be a good boy and keep it quiet. I love you so much."
With that Brock wrapped one of his hands around the boy's muzzle, his tip poking at the asscrack in front of him as his eyes were on fire with unadulterated lust and need. He thrust in, the tailhole slowly stretching as the fitting booth was filled with muffled moans and cries, the tightness of the young hole like nothing he'd ever experienced before. The dad almost shot his load right then and there, only barely able to keep his cool and push on, his dick grinding deeper into the virginal asshole, the snug walls clamping down on him with every push. Kenny's eyes watered as he experienced a mixture of incredible pain and pleasure, his lower half burning with pain while simultaneously his own length stiffened up once more, his father's cock pushing right up against his prostate. As his tailhole was stretched wider, the pain started subsiding, in its place left only the pleasure, his tip spurting out a constant stream of precum, the watery liquid dripping down his thighs. Brock felt Kenny starting to push and grind his behind against the perverted bunny's crotch, the father carefully letting go of the muzzle, grinning as he heard only huffs and grunts of delight. He started thrusting deep and hard, long strokes getting him balls deep, his son's belly bulging out slightly whenever he completely hilted himself. The whole fitting booth shook as he took out all of his pent up craving and desire on Kenny, the cub's cock flopping up and down as his body rocked, flinging droplets of precum all around the place. Brock groaned and bit down on his lip as he felt his organs rushing close, his rod buried deep in his kid as heavy gushes of cum flooded the bowels, hot seed pouring in with every thrust. Kenny's dick twitched as he felt his father cum in him, his second load of the day splattering against the fitting booth walls and floor. Both bunnies breathed heavily as they shot ropes, Brock finally hugging Kenny and kissing the boy on the cheek as he pulled out. Almost immediately big globs of sticky seed drained from the tailhole, smearing down the cub's thighs, his inner legs streaked with white. His dad helped him get dressed back up, his boxers quickly filling up with cum as his creampied ass continued emptying, Brock kissing him on the lips and smiling, 
"I'll get you properly cleaned up at home. Just remember, this is our little secret, mommy doesn't get to know about any of this, okay?" 
Kenny gently nodded his head, still out of breath and weak in the knees. The pair of rabbits hobbled out of the store, carrying a shopping bag full of new clothes, and harbouring a new family secret.