Spring Fling

	One beautiful morning in Spring brought the sun shining down on a quiet household of a family of foxes. Streaming through a crack in the curtains, a beam of light falls onto a sleeping boy. With a twitch of his ears, the young cub slowly wakes up. Sitting up, he has a big yawn, and rubs his eyes. Looking around, ears perked for any noise, he climbs out of bed. Making his way into the main room, dressed in his ruffled pajamas, he sees nobody else is around. He checks the other rooms, only to find his father heavily asleep, and his mama nowhere to be seen.

Checking the kitchen, he sees a note left by his mama, saying that she’s gone into town to shop for the week. She’ll be back in an hour or so. This excites the young boy. Having already woken up with morning wood (a term his father taught him) he was excited to take care of it and he had just the plan to do it. With a sly grin on his face, he dashes into his parents’ room to see his father still sleeping soundly. To fix this, the young fox runs to open the curtains to let light shine into the room. He quickly collapses onto his father with glee.

“Papa! Papa! Wake up!” He exclaims.

The adult is startled awake. “Wh-what? Zorori my boy! What’s gotten into you?” He asks.

“Papa! Mama’s gone out to town!”

“So that was news you needed to wake me up for?” Zorondo Ron grumbles.

“No silly! It means we can play!”

“Again, why does that mean you had to wake me up, we can play any time.”

“Nooo~! I mean play, like, naughty stuff.” The sly grin returns to the small fox’s face.

Ron just stares at his son for a few seconds. A blank stare on his face. ‘Geeze, what’s up with this kid. Ever since I started doing this stuff with him, he’s been insatiable! You’d think he was going through puberty if it wasn’t for the fact he’s still shooting blanks.’

“Come oooonnn~ dad! I woke up stiff and I want to play!” Little Zorori says, subtly grinding his bulge on his father’s leg over the bed covers.

*Sigh* “Okay boy, but we should be quick. We don’t know when your mama will be back.”

With a face of pure joy, the fox cub quickly stands up and begins to undress. His father sits back and watches his son strip for him, appreciating the youthful body slowly being displayed. Soon, the boy’s clothes are thrown onto the floor, exposing his small erection to the air, twitching a little with the horny cub’s heartbeat. The 2 inches of yellow cock was still covered in its hood of foreskin. Not wasting time, the excited Zorori quickly rips off the bed covers, exposing, to his delight, his father’s already naked body. His father’s manhood beginning to plump with blood from his boy’s antics. Knowing how big his father can get, Zorori quickly got to work helping his father achieve his full 8 inches.

Getting on all fours in front of his father, the fox reaches out and grabs the manhood in his tiny hand. Pulling back the foreskin, Zorori watched as a bead of pre drips down from his father’s red glans. Leaning in and giving a quick sniff, Zorori’s mind is filled with the scent of a virile male who has yet to release his seed that day. Watching Ron’s face, Zorori sticks his tongue out to lap up the drop of precum. This earns him a slight eye-twitch from his father’s stoic face.

Encouraged, Zorori continues to give gentle licks to his father’s shaft. Coaxing more pre that’s quickly swept up by the exploring tongue. Zorori has already gotten acquainted with the taste long ago, this being nowhere near his first experience in pleasuring the cock that made him. After all, it’s only fair to thank the one who gave you life, right? That’s what his father taught him, and he’s happily followed it since. Perhaps a bit too much as far as his father thinks, he is no longer as youthful as his son, so it’s hard for him to keep up.

After slathering the dick in front of him, Zorori then raises his head and engulfs the tip in his tiny, but warm and wet mouth. Unfortunately, at least he thinks, Zorori is too small and his father too big for the boy to fit more than a couple inches into his mouth. He’s still unable to really deepthroat his father, but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to practice whenever he can! Swirling his tongue around the slit, he coaxes more pre to coat his mouth, lubing the dick even more. It’s going to be needed for Zorori’s plans.

The yellow-furred cub begins to bob his head up and down the tasty cock he’s been given the pleasure to service. Being the horny boy he is, his eagerness can get him into trouble; being forced to slow down when accidentally gagging himself on his dad’s dick. But he preservers and his tail wags at light-speed as he suckles on the older fox’s cock.

Feeling that the shaft has been sufficiently lubed, Zorori pops the cock out of his mouth. “Okay daddy! Hurry! I want you to put it in my tailhole again!”

“Now now son, I know I said we should be quick, but not that fast. It’s a great day, let us enjoy this. It’s good to relish the moment. Come here.”

Grabbing his son’s cheeks, the brown-furred fox brings the boy further up until their groins meet. The small, yellow cocklet dwarfed in size next to the larger brown one. The sight always brings a perverse joy to the father. ‘He may be small now, but I can tell he’s going to grow to a size to make his father proud.’ He thinks with a smile. Slowly, he begins to move his hips to grind his manhood against his offspring’s boyhood. Father and son, enjoying an act considered taboo to many, but this only spurs the two foxes on. Soon, a steady rhythm of rocking takes over the two bodies. Zorori’s small cock becoming wet with saliva and pre from his father’s cock under him. The young boy looks down, and watches the two shafts glide against each other, sending shivers up his spine.

Enjoying the feelings brought on, Zorondo Ron gives an almost silent grunt. However, he knows that he’s on limited time, despite his desire to take things slower, he settles into a compromise, and moves on.

“Okay sonny, let me get you ready back here.” The brown fox says as he reaches down and grabs one of Zorori’s butt-cheeks, the mound of flesh is soft and malleable, the perfect mix to really grab and knead.

*Gasp* “Ooohhh~... Yeah! Let’s do it! I want it so bad!” Zorori is practically shaking in anticipation.

Grabbing onto the cub’s hips, Ron maneuvers the boy so that the soft rear is now facing him. With a lick of his lips, he pries the mounds apart, revealing the tight pink hole hidden between them. Zorori looks back to watch his father, the man’s face one of lusty desires. He leans in to take a whiff of the boy’s subtle musk, the boy always making sure he takes a bath and clean himself. He wants to be ready for any moment he can have fun with his papa.

Unable to resist, Zorondo Ron quickly dives in to indulge in his son’s inviting rear. Taking a long lick of the pick pucker, he feels it twitch as the boy clenched from the sudden stimulation. A moan is forced out of the boy’s mouth, and both of the foxes are thankful that mama is nowhere to hear them. The moan serves to invigorate the voracious appetite of the larger fox, as he continues to attack his son’s opening. Prodding with his tongue, he finally is able to slip into the tight hole. As the wet appendage delves in, it slips past the sensitive button hidden behind the cub’s inner walls. This means another moan from the stimulated fox cub. The yellow cock twitching, trying to release precum that isn’t there.

Getting his fill of his son’s insides, Ron pulls out his tongue, watching as the now slick, slightly-open hole clenches a couple times. Giving one last loving kiss, he puts a finger in front of Zorori’s muzzle. Understanding what his father wants, he quickly opens up to suckle on the finger presented to him. Once the father feels it’s good enough, he pulls his finger back, and gently presses on the tiny pucker in front of him. With ever increasing pressure, he prods the opening until it gives way to allow his finger entrance into its warm embrace. He slides in, up his first knuckle, and allows his son time to adjust to the new intruder of his young body. With a mischievous smirk, the older fox wiggles his finger, pressing into the boy’s prostate, coaxing yet another gasping moan from the boy. The boy’s cocklet twitching like mad under the assault. ‘Oh, to be young again. It’s always so sensitive for the kids.’ The father thinks.

Slowly, he pushes in further, until his knuckle is touching the entrance, and his finger is now completely in his son. He then pulls out the finger, only to push back in with a little more force. This process continues until he’s pistoning his finger in and out of his son, stretching the cub out for the larger intruder later on. But Ron’s shaft is much thicker than just one finger, so he pulls out for a moment in order to slicken up another finger. Now, with two fingers, he pushes back into his boy. He twists his hand around, properly preparing the boy for his father’s dick.

Satisfied, he pulls out of the cub’s quivering hole. Panting, Zorori looks back to his father, and upon seeing the smile, he quickly turns himself around until his butt is resting on his father’s 8 inches of cock. Wanting to further tease the boy, Ron grabs the bubble-butt he’s about to plunder, and prys them apart. Lining up his shaft, he begins to slide along the crevice, occasionally letting his tip press his son’s pucker. This teasing causes the boy to whimper out:

“B-but daddy! Please! I want it bad!”

“Hahaha. Okay son. I’ll give you what you want.”

With that, Ron raises his kid up until the tip of his 8 inch shaft is poking Zorori’s tailhole. Gently applying pressure, the tip goes in with a pop. Little Zorori moans out as he’s finally receiving what he wanted from the beginning. He continues to moan as his father lowers him down the long dick. After a little over a minute, all 8 inches are snuggly fit into the fox cub. Giving his son a moment to adjust, Ron then slowly releases his dick from the warm insides until only the head rests inside, only to be shoved back in. He builds up a slow rhythm of fucking the cub, not wanting to hurt the tiny thing.

Little Zorori, however, isn’t completely satisfied. He wants to prove he’s grown up enough to really please his father. With the little control he has, he tries to speed up the thrusts into his backside.

“Mmm… F-faster dad. Go faster!” The boy whines.

“No can do son, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But, I can take it! I’m a big boy! Please!”

“You’re a big boy huh? Can you shoot your stuff yet son?”

“N-no. Not yet. But still! I can take it! I’m ready.”

With a little hesitation, the older fox concedes to his cub’s demands. He carefully flips both of them over, so Zorori is now on his back, with his father looming above. Slowly, the thrusts into his tailhole begin to quicken, until his father is properly slamming his hips into the cub. This only heightens the young boy’s pleasure, as his prostate is relentlessly pressed with each passing glance from his father’s tip. Unable to hold back his moans, even if he wanted to, Zorori voices his satisfaction, furthering his father’s resolve.

*Grunt* “I’m-I’m getting close boy...:”

“Do it papa! Fill me with your cum like always!” Zorori practically begs.

With a few more slams, Ron fully hilts himself, and unleashes a massive load of virile seed into his waiting son. An incredible warmth fills the yellow fox’s tummy as his father releases the pent up load he stored in those plump balls. Feeling his father’s climax sets off his own, smaller, and drier orgasm. Unable to produce cum, the 2 inch boyhood just cutely twitches. In an orgasmic high, Zorori is only aware of pleasure and warmth. As he comes down he feels properly satisfied, and happy, to please his father.

In his own afterglow, Ron looks down at his son, and marvels at the beauty. He may not say it much, but he really loves his son and is immensely proud of him. Being an overly sexual tyke doesn’t hurt either. Not able to get as much action as he wants with his wife, this is a nice alternative.

“Okay boy, you had your fun. Now, let us get cleaned up before your mother comes home. Don’t want to shock the poor lass.”

*Giggle* “Okay papa!”

And off to the tub the two foxes go, ready to start the day ahead of them.