On the snowy banks of the European Alps, a lone cottage sat on a flat, snowy plateau in the regions of Italy. Its exterior looked old, and anyone who looked upon it from a distance might have assumed it was abandoned...that is, if they didn't notice the clearly modern car parked right beside it. Other than the car, there was no other civilisation nearby, and the frequently blanketing snowfall did much to hide the path that led up to the property. Though some may assume that the little cabin has long since gone unused, that couldn't be further from the truth; in fact, it was the most modern, hi-tech building in the whole of the Alps.

Inside, a cosy and well-insulated living room, warm with ample central heating, is lined with only the most aesthetically pleasing Christmas decorations. Tinsel and lights lined the walls, illuminating the bright glow of the already well-lit room, thanks to the blinding reflection of the light against the snow outside, and strewn around the room were a variety of unwrapped, open boxes, but the contents are predominantly empty, save for the occasional gadget that, for now, remained in its box. It was the evening of Christmas Day, and in the warmth of the cabin, a small family had spent the majority of the day basking in the love of one another...but now, it was time to wind down, and most of them were asleep...that is, save for 2 individuals.

In the corner of the main living room, a set of stairs led down into the floors below, where insulated rooms filled with heat and comfort sat beneath the snowy surface above. One such room, down at the very bottom, was a sauna-- it was their main entertainment outside of gadgets and TV, if you could call it that. Nothing felt better after a long day-- whether that was from hauling in firewood from the surrounding trees or working out or even playing video games-- than to sweat out the body's toxins in the sauna. Not all of that draconic family used it regularly, but the father of the group was probably the one to take advantage of it most.

In that little room at the very bottom of the basement floors of the cabin, a slimly built, almost effeminate 12-year-old dragon sat on one of the benches as the stream wafted around him, looking nervous yet a little relaxed. His scales were a glimmering gold, and even in the semi-dim light of the sauna room, they shone and reflected the nearby light-- the mere sight would have blinded just about anyone. A towel laid across his legs to hide away from lay between them, but it was also there just to collect up moisture that formed on the young dragon's body. Sitting opposite him, on his own separate bench, was the source of the 12-year-old's anxiety-- his father, Cyrus.

"What's the matter, Zephyr?" His father suddenly and abruptly spoke to him and caused the boy to jump, keeping his eyes down. Unlike Zephyr, Cyrus was an impressive hulk of a man, reaching 8 feet tall if he was standing. Unlike his girlish son, Cyrus was covered in thick black scales, and the only part of his body that Zephyr had inherited from him was those golden scales, which Cryus only had on his chest and stomach, the rest of his body a midnight black. The adult man sat with his own towel draped across his upper legs but, unlike Zephyr, it did little to cover the majority of what lay beneath; even from where Zephyr was sitting, he could very easily catch a glimpse of his father's fat balls.

"N...Nothing, sir." Zephyr wasn't normally so embarrassed-- in fact, he loved his father very much, but this isn't the first time he's been naked around his father, and it had become something of a common occurrence over the past few months. Though Zephyr couldn't be sure if his father was fooling around with his siblings, there was no doubt in his mind that his dad was interested in him, very much so. It had first started as gentle touching and groping, but over the past month things had gotten very intimate very quickly, and it had come to a head on that day, Christmas Day, when Zephyr had opened up one of his presents from his dad to find a fleshlight inside.

"Hey, I got a joke for you," The dragon pushed onwards despite Zephyr's sheepish expression, and the 12-year-old quietly groaned at the thought of what lame joke his father had made up this time. "What did the ocean say to the beach?"

"What?"

"Nothing. It just waved." The smile on his dad's face was infectious, but the cub was just a little too nervous to do anything but awkwardly smiled as he internally cringed. Dad jokes were the worst, but Cyrus loved them. At the cub's expression, his father's face drooped slightly and he pursed his maw, leaning back. Cyrus's thick wavy horns scraped ever so slightly against the wall behind him and, thankfully, the thick horn he had on either side of his jawline narrowly avoided his own shoulder-- though he was used to adjusting his head appropriately by now.

"Are you still upset over that present this morning?" Cyrus teased, leaning back in his seat and stretching out his front muscles, briefly blinding the 12-year-old with the reflection of those metallic golden scales. "It was just a little fun, Zephyr."

"I'm not mad, dad." Zephyr insisted, and he wasn't lying-- it hadn't upset him, but it had embarrassed him quite a bit, especially when his older siblings had giggled and laughed about it later on. Some of them had even teased that he should 'break it in', as if he had the right tools to break it...but that couldn't be further from the truth. Unlike his obviously monstrously hung father, Zephyr had something significantly smaller. 

Despite his insistence that he wasn't angry, Cyrus didn't believe him, and that became clear from the way the 50s dragon sighed and leant forwards in his seat. All of a sudden he stood, letting the towel slip from around his legs as he loosely grabbed it with one meaty hand. Zephyr was briefly greeted to the sight of his father's thick, plump slit and swinging grapefruit-sized balls, and he averted his gaze as the older dragon stepped across the small sauna towards the boy, turning and slumping himself down into a seat beside him. He put an arm around the boy and abruptly tugged him into his side, and the cub's cheeks warmed when he was more or less forced to look at his father's dick as he kept his head down. The man's thick fingers squeezed his outermost shoulder and slid down to his upper arm.

"Hey, it was just a little joke," Cyrus insisted. "You know I love you, kid. I wouldn't do anything to upset you."

"Dad, I'm not angry..." Zephyr insisted again. "I'm just a little...embarrassed. Everyone else saw, and stuff..."

"And?" Cyrus grinned, squeezing his son's shoulder affectionately. "They're gonna find out soon enough how much of a stud you are."

"But..." Zephyr lowered his eyes down to his own towel and his fingers curled against the fluffiness of it, though it was a little damp. "I'm not, um...big, like you."

"You know...when I was your age, I wasn't that big either," Zephyr's father assured him. "In fact, I was almost the same as you...I was maybe a little more built out-- I was working out even then-- but I definitely didn't have a lot going for me in that department."

To prove his point, he made a crude gesture towards his loins, inferring he wasn't so amply sized when he was younger as he was now. Zephyr raised his head up to the man and blinked up at him in surprise; this was the first time he'd ever heard that. As if to shock Zephyr even further, his own father looked embarrassed at revealing his secret, but to Zephyr that actually made him feel better; if his own father could get embarrassed about things, then he shouldn't feel bad about it either.

"So...I'll get bigger?" Zephyr asked, and Cyrus looked down at him, glancing from his wide-eyed expression to the 12-year-old's crotch.

"Well...if my genes are anything to go by, you'll probably get quite the growth spurt when you hit...15, 16?" A smirk crossed the man's face as his son's face lit up. Cyrus wasn't necessarily being dishonest by giving the boy some hope-- he was simply speaking from experience-- but just about anything was possible, even the opposite of the dragon's prediction. Zephyr, however, seemed complacent with that answer and lowered his head down, leaning against his father's side. He still felt embarrassed, but significantly less so now; he was content in the thought that he would, eventually, be more than the boy he was.

"So..." Cyrus cleared his throat and loosened his grip from around the boy's arm, his hand sliding down towards his side instead. "You had a chance to break in that fleshlight I got you yet? You know, when I was about your age..."

"Um, no, dad," Zephyr sheepishly giggled. "I left it upstairs."

"Oh, that's a shame..." The man murmured, his hand sneaking around Zephyr's side, his fingers reaching for the boy's stomach a little. "Well, we don't have to use it. I have a lot of other ideas, son..."

It was clear from his tone and the way he was groping the boy what he wanted, and Zephyr had no intention of denying his father; he wanted it too. Slowly, the gold 12-year-old turned his head towards his father, and his maw brushed with those thick golden scales on the man's front. Cyrus groaned quietly under his breath as he felt his son's lips drag down, gliding across those scales and down to his stomach, where the slender cub slowly leant over to take in more of his father's body. On his muzzle, he could feel the moisture of sweat, and as he breathed in he could smell that faint, yet alluring aroma of his dad's body, of his musk. 

Zephyr didn't consider himself a kinky individual, nor did he particular fetishise anything, but the smell of his father in just about any capacity both turned him on and brought him comfort. Whether it was hugging his dad in his work shirt and breathing in the mixed aroma of sweat and general odour, or whether it was breathing in the mere concept of him, he simply couldn't get enough. Even at that moment, Zephyr couldn't resist sliding his towel from around his legs and getting down onto his knees, shuffling across the damp hardwood floor until he was settled in between his father's legs. He looked up at Cyrus who, without skipping a beat, tossed his towel to the side and reached down towards his crotch, cupping his fat, round orbs and lifting them up. Zephyr instinctively dipped his head down and slid his maw beneath those ample balls, so he could get into the crevice of the man's taint and really breathe in the potent, yet still somehow faint musk.

"Atta boy..." The man growled under his breath and sighed as Zephyr ran his mouth across that taint, dragging his maw up until the weight of his father's balls pressed down against the bridge of his snout, causing him to shudder with delight. Zephyr reached up, pressing his hands to his father's knees as he slowly dragged his mouth up further, smearing his nose across the weight creases of those balls until he was free of them-- at that point, he shoved his maw down into the little alcove between the base of his dad's fat slit and the flesh of his sack, and he stuck out his tongue to gently lick that little crevice, his tongue squirming back and forth. His father's approval was obvious from his quiet yet fervent groans, and as Zephyr opened his eyes to look up at his dad's face, he was greeted to the sight of the man's growing cock, sliding from his slit and swelling to full mast. He had a golden-coloured member, ridged and exotic, with spikes trailing along the edge of a wedged tip-- the sight was enough to make the 12-year-old's mouth go dry, but he kept his attention on those orbs, eager to taste him some more.

Zephyr kept it up for a little while, enjoying the way he could feel the muscle of his father's cock, all the way down into the scaly slit and beyond, surge and twitch with each vivid throb. The 12-year-old soon felt a hand on the top of his head, which smeared a peculiar wetness that he hadn't noticed before into the grooves of his scales. Zephyr had done this enough with his dad to know what that substance was, and the thought of it made him sigh, his hot air breathing gently on the man's balls as those large fingers curled and cradled the smooth top of his head, right between his thick horns. After a few more minutes of that suckling and kissing, he felt his father's hand push lightly against his head, encouraging him to lean back. He obliged and parted his maw from those fat balls, lifting his gaze to look up at his father's parted lips and lidded gaze, his expression revealing the intense lust he had for his own son.

"Mmh..." He began, relinquishing his grip and bringing his hand towards his crotch, grasping the base of his cock in the curve between his index finger and thumb, forcing it to angle down. "I've got one last Christmas present for you, kid...you ready to unwrap it?"

With parted lips, Zephyr slowly nodded, and be brought his glittering golden muzzle upwards towards the tip of his father's cock, prepared for what would come next. This wasn't the first time Cyrus had provided him with a special 'gift' straight from his cock, nor would it be the last, and Zephyr was an obedient, loving boy; what kind of son would he be if he didn't love what his father gave to him? The young dragon closed his eyes and dragged his hands away from his father's knees, cupping them with their palms facing upwards just beneath his own chin. A smirk crossed his father's face as he looked down at his down, and for a moment there was a period of bated silence, where all that could be heard was their quiet, yet heavy breathing. After a moment, it finally came; a slow, yet delightful trickle of pee, dripping from Cyrus's turgid cock.

It started off weak at first, but once the older dragon relaxed it began to surge out in a small stream. As Cyrus lifted his cock just a little, the piss sloshed and pooled in Zephyr's attention hands before it finally had enough strength to reach the cub's snout and, by extension, his tongue and awaiting mouth. Zephyr let out a quiet whimper as he felt the heat of that piss on his tongue, and he opened his mouth wider to take more of it, his tail wiggling against the hardwood floor as, between his legs, his tiny little cock already at full mast and eagerly twitching as it's complete 3 inches. With a sigh, Cyrus angled his cock a little further down and pushed his hips forwards until the tip of his pissing cock touched with his son's tongue, where the steady stream of urine pours across his tongue and down towards his throat.

The difference in their size was the only clear indication that anyone could deduce, just from watching, on how much Zephyr could take. He, who was a lithe and feminine-shaped Dragon that was almost half his father's height, could only gulp and guzzle so much of his dad's piss before it became too much. From the corners of his mouth came trickles and dribbles of pee, small at first, but quickly growing into more of a steady flow that dribbling down and met together at his chin, before trailing down his neck. The occasional drop met with his chest as the stream followed soon after, until his golden-scaled front became wet and glistening with his father's pee. A humming, faltering moan escaped the boy as he continued to guzzle and gulp, huffing harshly through his nostrils so he could breathe in the scent of his dad's body and the aroma of his piss; he just couldn't get enough of it.

Eventually, however, that stream came to an end, and the once ample flow of piss directly into the cub's stomach became nothing but a few droplets. With Cyrus's bladder empty, the man slowly pulled back, licking his lips at the sight of his son dutifully pursing his muzzle to the tip of his thick draconic cock, before he slowly teased his member forwards and reached out with a hand to guide Zephyr's head down. The 12-year-old knew exactly what to do and closed his eyes, dragging his tongue up and rolling it around the tip of the length before he pushed it along the underside of the member, pressing his appendage to that thick, turgid muscle. He relished the way it eagerly throbbed against his tongue, and his stomach twisted with a mixture of delight and arousal, both from his own male-leaning tendencies and from the excitement of being able to please his dad so easily.

"That's it, son..." Cyrus leant back and spread his legs nice and wide, letting Zephyr explore all he wanted as he pushed his head further and further down. The boy's lithe hands slowly moved down in their cupped position and instinctively drifted towards his dad's balls as he tried as best as he could to fit the entirety of the man's cock into his mouth. Cyrus, however, was ridiculously hung-- Zephyr didn't know the exact size, but his jaw ached just from trying to accommodate the thickest part of the member, namely the middle. He could only go so far before he was unable to take it any further, and with that he pushed back against Cyrus's hand; the adult, in turn, loosened his grip so he could withdraw.

Zephyr needed no encouragement to keep going, and soon the 12-year-old was beginning in on a steady rhythm of sensual, though clumsy bobs, his tongue surging along the underside of his father's cock as he suckled back and forth, plunging to take what he could and slowly tugging back so that he didn't prick himself too much on Cryus's little cock spikes. All the while, Cyrus groaned under his breath and steadily kept his hand atop his son's down, pushing him down a little where appropriate and relenting when he wanted to pull back; the black and gold dragon had no intention of harming of his kid, but he absolutely wanted to get off.

As Zephyr bobbed his head back and forth, his loins tingled with a mixture of pleasure and arousal-- the mere act of blowing his own dad, and the mixed aroma of sweat and musk that filled his nostrils, was making his body ache to be touched, and over time a tightness burned in his loins that made him squirm in his knelt seat, lightly gyrating against the hot air of the sauna. He slowly started to pick up speed when he heard his father's groans become heavier and the lewd sounds of his maw sliding back and forth turned him on even more, making his little cock twitch from its slit, turgid and aching, as a tiny droplet of pre-cum oozed from the tip and down the underside of his length.

"Oh fuck, that's..." Cyrus huffed his approval and rolled his head back as he started to be a little more forceful with his hand, pushing the cub down as far as he could manage-- there was, unfortunately, some resistance as he tugged the boy down, but he couldn't tell whether it was due to Zephyr's aching jaw or whether it was because the tip of his cock was probing the back of the boy's throat, but if he had to guess, it was probably both. His breathing quickly became heavier and his chest began to heave as his pleasure grew and even Zephyr started to moan, his little whimpers light and effeminate as he started to quiver in his knelt seat, his tiny cock wildly twitching and throbbing. He all but stopped fighting back against his father's hand and let the man direct his plunging mouth, and that combined with that heavenly scent stirred something within the 12-year-old. Within his body, something loosened, and he was met with an inexplicable, yet familiar pleasure.

Zephyr's strained whimpers shifted into long and gentle sighs as, between his legs, his little cock pulsed powerfully, twitching upwards at a 45-degree angle. From the tip oozed tiny droplets of cum, which trickled down to join the pre-seed that already coated the underside of his cock. The addition of even more fluids caused it to trickle further down and pool around the base of his cock, around his slit, before it dripped down his tiny little balls-- it didn't go much further than that, but if it did then it would drop onto the hardwood floor and mix in with the moisture of the room, one way or another. Cyrus, however, was not done; despite Zephyr's orgasm, the man continued to tug the boy down and even started to thrust his own hips, his heavy balls swinging in Zephyr's cradling hands as his pleasure grew and grew, until it became unbearable.

"Mmmh...get ready, son, here it comes!" Cyrus growled from between gritted teeth, and after a moment he let out a long a deep sigh, his body relaxing in an instant as he tugged Zephyr's mouth down. The man's large cock pushed down into the boy's throat and into the tight crevice, and surprisingly Zephyr's gag reflex didn't kick in. After a few moments, thick and virile ropes of cum spurted and shot down the boy's throat and directly into his stomach, and to encourage his dad further Zephyr jiggled his balls, lifting and lowering them in his palms as he felt them twitch and tuck up against his father's taint. The boy's cheeks grew flushed from the sheer feeling of that powerful throbs and pulses, and he shuddered in his little spot as he curled his fingers gently against those hefty balls, eliciting a groan from Cyrus's maw.

After a few moments, the two-toned dragon relinquished his grip and Zephyr instinctively pulled back, letting out a gasp as he sucked in as much breath as he could in a single instant. He coughed for a moment, barely a handful of seconds, before he wiped his maw and looked up at his father, opening his eyes to stare into those golden pupils. A smirk crossed the dragon's features for a moment as he curled his hand around, cupping his son's chin and admiring the sticky mess around his lips, as well as the wet strands of pee, before he scooped his hands beneath the boy's armpits and yanked him up and onto his lap.

"I think we're in dire need of a shower, don't you?" The man teased, settling the boy on one of his knees, and the 12-year-old pursed his maw and almost pouted from the teasing, babying tone from his dad.

"I know," He argued. "I'll take a shower."

"And then to bed, got it?"

"Um...dad."

"Yes, Zephyr."

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"I don't see why not," Cyrus didn't even skip a beat. "But don't blame me if ol' Krampus down there takes you by surprise in the night."

Though Cyrus grinned, he was being half-truthful; with the 12-year-old in his bed, he didn't know if he could keep himself in check for an entire night...but Christmas was a time for magic. If he's lucky, he might be able to magic the entirety of his dick in his son's ass...if he's lucky.

With a nod from his son, Cyrus rose to his feet and carried the boy with him as he gathered the towels. He twisted the heater on the sauna off and then left the room, leaving behind nothing but a humid moisture, and the mixed aroma of their own sweat sex.