Story by Custos
(Original posting 01 October 2024 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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Cerilus commission: Father-Son Tradition

The signs flash by along the highway as the car speeds along it just above the speed limit. It is packed to the brim with bags, tents, and other camping supplies, which leaves just one of the backseats free for a passenger. Sitting in the driver seat and casually leaning an arm out the window, a lion man in his mid thirties roars along with the tunes on the radio as he taps his fingers on the wheel. He has a thick and dark bushy mane which contrasts with his ochre-coloured fur, with the impressive hairdo merging into his chest hair. A set of beautiful yellowish green eyes twinkle with excitement, and a warm fatherly smile permanently curls on his lips.

Next to him in the passenger seat sits an adorable lion boy of just nine years old, happily chirping along with his dad as they both lean their bodies left and right along with the music. Rather than green, the cub’s eyes are sky blue, and his mane is nearly non-existent. Just a cute little tuft on top of his head.

Compressed between all the luggage in the backseat sits an older lion teenager of around seventeen, scowling miserably at his phone as his own music blares way too loudly into his ears through his earbuds. He looks like a perfect in-between between his dad and little brother, with a voluptuous mane nearly as impressive as his father’s but with the same blue eyes his sibling has. Another stark difference is that the boy’s eyes and mane are black with make-up and hair dye, and while the two lion males in the front are dressed for summer and camping, the teenager in the back looks like he’s about to attend a metal concert.

“Doing okay back there, sport?”

Braylen, or Bray for short for his friends, shouts back at his eldest son Duncan over the music as he adjusts his rearview mirror to focus on the teenager hunched over like a villain from a fairy tale. Duncan looks back at his dad with an unamused expression, forcing a wide toothy smile on his lion maw: “Just great, dad! I could be with my friends right now, but no! The yearly family vacation is so much more important!”

Not deterred in the least, the jovial and sturdy feline father just responds with a warm toothy smile of his own and a thumbs up: “Great, son! Glad you packed the sun along with you!”

Little Noah giggles at the short conversation going on between his dad and older brother. He’s recently celebrated his ninth birthday, and his father figured his growing boy was ready for an all male dad-son outing like he’s had in the past with Duncan. When the teenager was still interested in trips with his old man. Rather than indulge his eldest son’s apathetic approach to family bonding, Braylen had insisted the boy come instead of staying home with their mom, his ex-wife.

After the very long trip which had taken the largest chunk of the day, the father and sons finally arrived at their camping spot, a beautiful nature park in Vermont. Being a clothing optional space like so many camping spots, Braylen had tossed away his trunks immediately after stepping out of the car, opting to let it all hang out below his waist while keeping on his shirt. Duncan had observed with horror as his dad had approached the edge of the lake where they were about to set up, throw up his fists in the air, and roar mightily to announce their arrival to the world. Cock and balls out and all.

Noah, still revering the ground his daddy walks on, had immediately joined his father in his casual partial nudity and thrown away his shorts, joining Braylen at the edge of the water shouting as both men had proudly thrust forward their hips for the whole world to behold. Duncan felt like he could have died of embarrassment, slinking away in the car to hide as the other campers in the distance indeed beheld the scene with amusement.

After the large cosy tent had been set up, the remainder of the day had been filled with all sorts of traditional activities like hiking and fishing. Braylen never lost his cool with Duncan who resisted his family’s attempts to involve him at every turn, but to say the teenager’s behaviour put a damper on the fun times would be an understatement.

That night, the three family members are sitting around the fire in front of their tent at the lake’s edge, with Braylen enthralling little Noah with spooky stories as he held a flashlight underneath his face. Both dad and the youngest son are still bottomless, with Duncan never having given an inkling of disrobing even though his gothic outfit made him bake in the sun throughout the evening. Little Noah is roasting a marshmallow over the fire as he shrieks at the conclusion of his daddy’s story, giggling profusely which makes his cute little uncut humanoid penis jiggle around erratically.

Duncan is dourly chewing on his own marshmallow as his eyes glance to the tent and then to his phone which is low on battery. His dad wouldn’t allow the youth to charge it, so he has to make the most of it. The teenager yawns and stretches theatrically in his camping chair before getting up: “Wow. Such a fun day. Truly better than being home. Imma head in for the night. Laters.”

The teenager is about to walk away to the tent when his father’s voice speaks up, friendly but firmly: “Not yet, son. All the men of our family need to be present for this tradition. It’s not every year a boy starts his path to manhood, after all!”

Duncan freezes in his tracks. Oh, no. The family tradition on his father’s side when a boy has his ninth birthday. He’d completely forgotten.

When the teenager turns around he can see his father smile warmly at his youngest son and have the boy stand in front of him before the fire, Noah looking a little confused but excited: “What tradition, daddy? Do I get a present?!”

Braylen chuckles cheerfully as he gently lifts his son’s t-shirt up and off the little cub’s body, leaving Noah as naked as the day he was born: “In a way, sport. Though, it’s not a gift like money or a toy. Rather, it’s a gift dads in our family have imparted on their sons for generations. Love, bonding, and knowledge, Noah.”

Duncan is starting to sweat bullets, starting to smear out his eye shadow. This is so uncool and embarrassing. He remembers when his dad brought him on a camping trip like this after he had turned nine. Back then, he had been ecstatic and so proud his father had started acknowledging him like a little man. Nowadays, anything his dad or mom wants to do with him is just so cringe. God, smite him down now so he may be spared the awkwardness of going through it twice.

Braylen has conjured up some paints from a backpack and is speaking softly to Noah as he dips his fingers in the sticky liquid before drawing all sorts of symbols on the naked child’s body: “Tonight we celebrate you becoming a man, son. You’re transitioning from a beautiful sweet boy into a handsome sweet man. And I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

Noah is trembling from head to toe with excitement, positively vibrating as he dances from one foot to the other, his daddy smearing the paint lovingly along his fur and playfully brushing the tips of his fingers along his small sack.

“And with becoming a man comes responsibility. Furthering the family line, but not too early! Tonight, Duncan and I will teach you the joys of adult bonding, my son. The pleasure and closeness of family and kin.”

Despite his teenage angst, Duncan’s black pants are straining and he can feel himself throb at the prospect of impending sex. Being a teenager he doesn’t have opportunity for it much, save for with some close friends. Any other occasion is with his trusty right hand.

Braylen tells Noah to wash his bottom in the lake without smudging the paint on his upper body, which the cub eagerly does as he skips the few dozen feet towards the water. The handsome father, still quite athletic but with a typical ‘dad’ belly forming, takes off his shirt and is just as naked as his youngest son when he walks over to the teenager. Duncan doesn’t resist when his father takes him inside the tent, the older male in his mid thirties smiling at his seventeen-year-old boy: “Look, Duncan. I understand anything with me or your mom may feel yucky or ‘uncool’ at this point in your life. But I want you to try and remember how special this night was for you when we had it. I just want this to be a wonderful memorable experience for your little brother too. One that he will look back fondly upon when he grows older and has kids of his own. If you really don’t want to participate, I won’t stop you, but I would be very sad if I couldn’t celebrate such an important moment in Noah’s life together with both my boys.”

Duncan is blushing and taken aback a little. He actually wants to participate, he truly does. But his teenage pride and hubris are preventing him from doing so. The teenager starts babbling incoherently, the bulge in his pants very visible to his dad as the fatherly lion simply steps forward and embraces his older son, smothering any further protest from Duncan as the boy is taken back to that special night of his own with his daddy.

“None of your friends are here. No one needs to know. Just us men welcoming Noah into adulthood together, tonight. What do you say, sport?”

The seventeen-year-old is blushing profusely, his dyed black hair and make-up such a contrast with his father’s brownish mane. He sighs and gives in to what he really wants. Teenage angst be damned.

The boy nods as he gingerly embraces his father back, pressing his fully clothed boner into the handsome nude male. Braylen smiles, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as he holds his precious eldest boy. Nearly shedding a tear as he managed to reconnect with Duncan in this moment, brief as it may be: “Alright, son. Let me get you ready, then.”

Gently, the father’s thumbs hook into his son’s pants at the waist, pushing them down the lean frame of the much more slender boy. Leaving him as naked as his daddy and exposing the teenager’s uncut humanoid boner as it bounces up into his father’s stomach. Causing Duncan to moan out into Braylen’s mane as the seventeen-year-old’s grip tightens on his father’s soft masculine form.

They both hug and stand there for a few moments longer, penis to penis and fur to fur, when Noah calls out for them outside the tent. Braylen gives his son a smirk and a wink, nudging the boy outside: “Let’s show your little brother what it means to be a man!”

Noah’s mouth had dropped open wide as he saw his older brother emerge naked from the tent along with their dad, Braylen’s expression warm and fatherly but his eyes warning the little boy not to make fun of Duncan in this moment.

Braylen and Duncan sat side by side on a log next to the fire, and Noah was bid to kneel down between their legs. The father and older brother allowed the nine-year-old boy to explore their penises without judgement or mockery, Braylen lovingly explaining all the parts of both a soft and hard penis using Duncan’s erect member and his own nearly flaccid one for examples. The handsome lion father briefly touches upon the sexual education aspect of the magical moment, explaining how penetrative sex between a male and female can result in a baby, and how either parent can provide nourishment through their own means.

By now, both Braylen and Duncan had firm erections looking Noah straight in the eyes as the father lion gently masturbates his oldest son, drawing the skin back and forth with hides and exposes the glossy pink helmet on the teenager’s cock as it starts leaking precum profusely. Noah needed no encouragement to lean in and close his lips around his older brother’s tip, making Duncan throw back his head into his neck as the soft suckling of his baby brother draws forth even more of his nourishing brotherly essence. Noah licks his lips eagerly as he takes in his brother’s flavour, before tasting his daddy’s while Braylen explains the concept of male nursing to the boy. And how both he and Duncan had nursed from their daddy’s penis until they were about five years old.

Both Duncan and Noah’s minds jolt back some vague memories of their younger selves eagerly suckling from their daddy’s thick mushroom head, even back then the warm tingly sensations of fatherly milk filling their tummies causing their tiny cocklets to become as stiff as a nail.

Noah is hooked on the flavour of his daddy and older brother, nearly not wanting to relinquish his suckling hold on either of them as he whines in protest when his daddy lifts the boy up with both hands underneath the child’s armpits. Braylen just chuckles in amusement, promising his boy he’ll be allowed to suckle and drink as much as he likes in just a little bit. Duncan and Noah both gasp in surprise when their father, a manly specimen of peak virile masculinity in both their eyes, suddenly leans down and engulfs his youngest son’s nine-year-old penis with his warm mouth and tongue. Noah bucks his small hips wildly and uncontrollably, clutching his dad’s large furry head and mane as he cries out in ecstasy, never having felt such wonderful sensation around his little cocklet as being sucked off lovingly by his daddy.

Duncan is masturbating unashamedly at the sight, noting that his dad is gently squeezing and massaging his own fat uncut erection as he draws his little boy closer to him with his other hand on the cub’s buttocks. Slow and methodical, full of affection, Braylen sucks off his youngest son as Noah cries out happily while thrusting uncontrollably into his daddy’s mouth. Finally, the father withdraws and smiles up at his nine-year-old: “Did you like that, sport? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Noah’s young innocent mind is blown as the night progresses. Even Duncan relents and sucks his little brother’s boner, the proud father looking on and unable to recall the last time his two boys were cuddling and enjoying each other’s presence so intimately as they are in that very moment. Braylen rewards his oldest boy with a tongue bath, rimming the teenager’s tight seventeen-year-old ass thoroughly which makes Noah squeal out happily as Duncan’s suction on his cocklet intensifies as a result.

The eager little nine-year-old is introduced to rimming and fingering as well from both his brother and father, and encouraged and allowed to do the same to them in turn.

The night culminates into its climax when Braylen kneels down and leans over the log near the fire, the moonlight bathing the lake reflected in his twinkling green eyes as he raises his firm ass up and lifts his tail out of the way eagerly, presenting his mid thirties body to his son of barely nine years old: “Go on, then, sport. Men must learn how to please each other. Especially family. Make daddy howl out your name as you take me, little stud.”

Noah is a little daunted, afraid he will not do it well enough, and Duncan steps in as the supportive older brother he now proves he can be. When he wants to be. The seventeen-year-old teenager presses his nude body and erection against his little brother’s back as he embraces Noah, gently taking hold of the little cub’s penis and instructing him on making it nice and wet with spit. The young boy shudders wildly, clutching his daddy’s ass with one hand and his brother’s mane with the other as he nuzzles back into Duncan’s black hair when the older boy gently guides his younger sibling’s penis firmly inside their father’s tight winking hole.

The small boy’s overwhelming dry orgasm hits him all too soon, the nine-year-old cub growling deeply and manly as he grabs Braylen’s ass tightly and bucks deeply with a few last powerful childish thrusts. Braylen nearly cums himself but holds back, remembering his promise from earlier to nurse the boy more. But a proud fatherly tear rolls down his cheek as he nuzzles back into his youngest son lovingly as Noah collapses onto his back, whispering what a manly stud he is and just how proud his son makes him.

Noah now spent, Duncan tentatively approaches his dad’s ass and lays his cock in between the two firm cheeks, scratching the back of his head as he blushes deeply and meekly asks if he can fuck his dad too. Braylen had just smiled and nodded his approval silently, relishing in reconnecting with his oldest boy and inwardly cheering that the male bonding trip has worked out. It doesn’t take long for the hormonal teenager to cum in his father’s ass either, pumping like crazy with his tongue lolling out lewdly. Again, Braylen relishes the closeness and intimacy of his teenage son as Duncan collapses onto his back, the proud little man even breaking character by kissing his dad’s cheek and thanking him.

The fire dies down and the three of them head to bed, satisfied and weary, piling into a heap together as skin, hands, and mouths reach everywhere. True to his word, Braylen hadn’t orgasmed yet, and Noah quickly gets back into suckling deep onto his father’s penis, mewling like when he was really little and enjoying the warm delicious precum flowing down into his tummy. Braylen’s shaft expands and his mushroom helmet hardens as spurt after spurt of warm fatherly semen jets down Noah’s throat, nourishing the growing boy with an intimate fatherly meal just like when he and Duncan had been babies.

The older man snuggles with both his sons as the night’s slumber claims him, occasionally waking up to more suckling on his penis as well as cocks both small and big slipping up inside of him. If there is any feeling that brings more happiness to a man than sharing such loving intimate moments with his own sons in this world, Braylen certainly never encountered it. Nor would he want to.