Story by Custos
(Original posting 15 January 2025 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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Standalone: It's Okay to Touch, Son

The sounds and lights of the television screen illuminate the humble but cosy living room of the trailer. The carpeted floor is comfortable and warm to the paw pads, and the walls and shelves are decorated with numerous little knick-knacks, mostly belonging to Dave’s son and his deceased wife. Precious little things, from Matthew’s first little paw print pressed in clay at the tender age of a few weeks, to the spelling bee certificate he won just last month. A picture of Olivia, Dave, and Matthew at the county fair. The necklace Dave gifted his wife on their first anniversary and which she used to wear always. To the remembrance card solemnly accompanied by a dried flower and a lone tea light candle.

They didn’t have much, but damned be the one who said Dave was poor. His life was rich with experience, and he treasured every last memory like a dragon sitting on its hoard.

The brown doberman is watching his show with sleepy eyes, sometimes slipping away into a nap. It’s cold outside. January being wet and rainy, with temperatures still flirting around zero. But Dave works hard to put food on the table and not to have to worry about cranking the heat up to make him and his precious boy comfortable.

Dave’s eyes slide over to well-lit table in the adjacent kitchen, a smile sneaking onto his lips as he watches his ten-year-old son make his homework. Matthew’s a good boy. A studious boy. Stays out of trouble save for the normal shenanigans boys get into at that age with his friends. Most of Dave’s neighbours are weirdos and crackheads, but even they love to see Matthew walk home from school and pass by their porches. The boy always willing to stop and have a chat, and inform his daddy if someone needs a chore done. Everyone needs to help each other when no one else does, after all. That’s what a community is for.

The muscular canine stretches a little as he lies on the couch, legs splayed open and letting his thick sheath breathe while wearing only his white tank top for comfort. Ain’t nothing wrong with male nudity among men. Just boys in this house anyway. Not that that’s the only reason Dave and Matthew don’t bother with pants when they’re home.

Matthew doesn’t notice his father looking at him. The strong man’s chest slightly puffing out in pride. The boy is a doberman just like his daddy, but has inherited the fur colour and floppy ears of his mother, who was a silver Labrador. His built is slightly more feminine, and he has the same smile Olivia used to have. That same warmth and genuine kindness. Dave only learned those traits when he met his wife and fell in love with her, coming from a very rough childhood and upbringing. He works hard and tries his best so his son may never know the hardships he faced.

Dave is so lost in his thoughts he doesn’t notice Matthew calling out for him: “Dad? Daddy? Is something wrong?”

The brown doberman shakes his head as if to wake himself from his reveries, simply smiling as he focuses back on his son and shakes his head once more in denial: “Nah, baby cakes. Jus’ looking. Almost done with ya’s homework?”

Matthew smiles and nods, closing his booklet and standing up to walk over to his daddy on the couch. The boy is bottomless as well and is wearing a sports jersey from his favourite baseball team, the Texas Stallions. A decent team with exceptional pitching, but what little Matthew likes most is the heat the Stallions are packing downstairs. Like most people walking around when temperatures are comfortable, they would perform bottomless. Wearing only form-fitting cups to protect their balls from stray baseballs, but as soon as the match concludes, those were coming off. Much to the little boy’s delight.

You see, Dave’s son knew from a very early age on he liked boys and wieners a bit more than any of the other boys. A concept the doberman had struggled with for a little while, having been fostered in a severely homophobic family himself. But with the loving support of his wife, Dave hadn’t had too much trouble to accept his son for who he is. And to allow him the freedom to explore his sexuality at his own pace, in the safety of his family, home, and friends.

Matthew walks over to his daddy on the couch, his eyes briefly settling on his father’s hefty sack and thick sheath, the smile on his lips widening just that extra bit more which made Dave’s chest puff in pride. And his sheath thicken in the excitement of his son’s unspoken compliment.

Dave opens up his free arm, offering his ten-year-old boy a comfortable cradle between his father’s body and the backrest of the couch, which the boy eagerly accepted. Matthew crawls onto the sofa with his dad and snuggles into the older man’s armpit until he finds a good position, nestling himself against Dave’s body and embracing his father’s broad muscular chest with his small arms.

Nothing needs to be said, Dave just smiling drowsily at his beautiful boy as he gently ruffles Matthew’s head and places a kiss on top of it.

“Been a good day at school, baby cakes?”
- “Uhu. Mrs. Rodriguez announced we’re gonna have a science fair at school. I get to do it with Jimmy, so that’s cool!”

Dave chuckles, absentmindedly caressing his son’s back as the ten-year-old rests on his firm pectorals. The father can feel the warmth of his boy’s body radiate into his and vice versa. And the additional heat of his little boy’s sheath press into his waist. The brown doberman can feel the adorable little thing stir within its protective furry pocket, knowing full well why his son’s penis is reacting like this when discussing such a mundane topic.

“Jimmy… That’s the boy ya really like, isn’t it? The one who came to your spelling bee to cheer you on?”
- “Uhu! He’s really nice and fun! I think we’re becoming best friends!”

Again, Dave chuckles as he closes his eyes and remembers back to his own childhood. How good friends alleviated some of the gloom of his shitty home situation. Those innocent times that shape a kid into the grownups they’ll eventually become.

Dave’s fingers caress Matthew’s sides, slowly tracing down to linger on the boy’s hips. Reminding the brown doberman of his late wife. How she used to lay on the couch with him like this and had a very similar figure and stature to their son. A sigh escaping Dave’s lips as he gently plants his warm palm on top of Matthew’s buttocks, giving the cute buns a playful squeeze: “Ah. Young love.”

Matthew slaps his father’s broad chest, the muscle firm and easily resisting the playful blow as the boy feigns indignance: “Da-ad! We’re just friends! Stop embarrassing me!”

The brown doberman smells an opportunity to tease his boy. Amicably, of course. It is every parent’s right to embarrass their child, after all!

The handsome rugged canine turns slightly more onto his back on the couch to face his son, his sleepy half-lidded eyes settling gently upon his ten-year-old boy as he starts to mock sing.

“Mathew and Jimmy, sittin’ in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-Ouch!”

Matthew had started pinching his father halfway through the chant, the little boy crawling up from his comfortable nest in his daddy’s arms to straddle the adult male’s lap as he begins slapping Dave’s chest and biceps.

- “Stop. Fudging. Embarrassing me!”

Dave is laughing hard and loud, partially because of his son’s flustered cheeks but mostly because of the nonsensical child-friendly swearword Matthew had used. A remnant of his wife’s parenting style. Contrary to his beautiful Labrador wife, the brown doberman never censored his words, even around his highly susceptible young child. Which had been much to Olivia’s chagrin. God rest her soul.

The burly father deflects his son’s halfhearted blows and laughs as a flustered Matthew slides on top of his lower stomach, gently grabbing hold of his boy’s flailing wrists: Aight! Aight! Jimmy’s totally just a friend! Nuttin’ more!”

The man and boy canines hold this position for a minute as they both pant. Dave grinning up at his son while Matthew smiles a coy flustered smile down at his daddy. Both unaware until the handsome brown doberman’s eyes slide down and discover his little boy’s excitement having emerged from his small sheath. There’s no judgement in Dave’s expression, just a knowing sentiment as his eyes dart back up at Matthew’s.

Matthew on his end is smiling down at his daddy with the widest cheeky grin of a mischievous monkey of a boy, until his eyes follow Dave’s down to his own groin. His small set of balls is resting comfortably on his father’s firm abs, and from his equally small grey sheath sticks up a cute little humanoid penis of a darker tanned pink colour. With an adorable little cherry of a glans, completely devoid of any lubrication yet as Matthew isn’t old enough to produce sperm.

The ten-year-old’s cheeks flush a bit deeper pink, Matthew’s beautiful blue eyes darting away to avoid his daddy’s gaze with a bashful meek smile. He knows his daddy isn’t going to judge him. Not at all. But that doesn’t take away that such involuntary bodily reactions initiate embarrassment at that age regardless.

- “Ah. Sorry, daddy.”

Dave’s hands holding his son’s wrists ease up on their grip, softly lowering his son’s hands into his own palms while gently rubbing his thumbs over them encouragingly: “It’s okay, baby cakes. Ya know all boys and men get stiffies sometimes. Especially when thinking of—“

Matthew’s look warns Dave not to venture into Jimmy territory again, and the doberman’s eyes shift away to think up a suitable replacement in the nick of time, but failing utterly in doing so: “Err, thinking of… their daddies?”

Dave inwardly facepalms as he cringes at his own stupid words, but Matthew’s eyes soften as he continues breathing deeply and with slightly more intensity than before. A telltale sign that he’s not fighting his father’s statement. That he seems more willing to admit to that rather than liking his friend.

- “Is that… okay? Daddy? Boys thinking of… their daddies?”

The brown doberman feels himself backed into a corner. Not out of fear per se, but to say that this opens a can of worms he’d never expected to be opened is to state it lightly. Dave’s eyes slide down his son’s slender feminine body, torso mostly obscured by his Texas Stallions jersey, into the little boy’s lap. Where that adorable but very horny little penis is throbbing excitedly at his own daddy in a proud but flustered salute from its small sheath. Identical to his, only smaller.

“Ah, son. Baby cakes. Of course, it’s okay. Ya know I love you, eh? Sweetheart? And when your cute little penis gets hard for daddy… Well, it just means ya love me too, eh?”

There’s a slight stirring in Dave’s loins, the doberman’s sheath pushed up against his son’s buttocks, right in between those soft pillowy buns as the slit at the opening gently smooches into the base of Matthew’s wagging tail. The loving father had never hidden his body from his son and neither did his late wife. They wanted Matthew to grow up with confidence and the right idea about body positivity. And when it became clear their son was leaning towards males, even at such tender young age, … Well. With Olivia’s guidance and support, Dave had spent more than a few showers together with his son. Allowing the boy to look all he wanted. Even touch all he wanted. Explore his father in body and soul as he asked his many, many questions.

It had never become something inappropriate, even when Dave had demonstrated what an erection looked like. He hadn’t been obscene about it, it sort of just happened as he was showering with his boy. Just two males bonding as father and son. With talk of penises, vaginas, and liking someone so much your wiener gets all stiff. And that had been enough to satisfy Matthew’s budding curiosity in other males. The knowledge that he can ask his daddy anything, even if it’s just to have a ‘quick look’ here and there, as he grew older.

Dave is as straight as an arrow. Never looked at a guy in the romantic sense, barely in the sexual sense either. There was some experimentation back in high school, before he dropped out, but those latent sexual curiosities were quickly snuffed out by his homophobic upbringing. At most he and another guy had double penetrated a girl at the same time, their cocks rubbing against each other as they pumped away in her. Barely anything between him and the other guy as the girl had been particularly petite in stature.

Dave had never cummed so hard in his life, save for when he started dating Olivia.

The doberman’s thick thumbs continue to gently caress the palms of his little boy as Matthew sits on his stomach, his cute little stiffy throbbing away excitedly, as hard as a nail. The young father feels like he should offer full control to his son in this situation, but in a way that doesn’t make it so obvious that it might scare Matthew away from sharing intimate moments with him in the future. Dave would never want to lose his sweet little boy’s cuddles, not for anything in the world.

Matthew still looks a bit flustered, but smiles as his daddy smiles back at him encouragingly, explaining that it’s okay. Dave’s eyes conveying much more true than any words he could muster that Matthew is his precious baby boy, and that if he wanted to continue exploring these feelings, that would be okay. And if he wanted to stop and just cuddle, that would be just fine as well!

Matthew chose the first option.

Grasping his daddy’s thick thumbs in his fists as the continue to caress the inside of his palms, Matthew holds on to them for support as he gently rocks back and forth a bit over his father’s abdomen. Feeling the ridges of the adult’s muscular stomach through the skin and fur, gently caressing and tickling his small balls and taint. Making the grey doberman-Labrador mix’s tail wag in happy excitement. Feeling like they’re sharing a naughty secret that isn’t meant to be experienced between a father and son. Even less so, an adult and a preteen.

Matthew curls the toes on his doggy paws, Dave able to feel his little boy’s heated perineum flex against his abs as the little cocklet throbs in excitement while they continue to hold each other’s hands. Hold each other’s hands and lock eyes as the ten-year-old dog boy coos out softly, gently grinding back and forth against his daddy’s stomach while feeling the bump of the doberman’s fat sheath gently collide against Matthew’s buns and into the base of his tail.

A few minutes pass by of Matthew just quietly and sensually rubbing back and forth over his daddy’s abs, Dave’s supportive smile encouraging the little boy to explore this untrodden land. To experience these budding feelings blossoming into from childish curiosity into the desires of a healthy boy on the cusp of puberty.

Dave thought he wouldn’t be affected. That he’d simply accommodate his son’s need for discovery, and nothing more. But to his surprise, and Matthew’s, his own dark tanned pink humanoid glans slowly starts emerging from the black slit in his bulging fat sheath, gently tapping against the base of his son’s tail.

- “Daddy! Your penis is getting big as well!”

The brown doberman just beams a smile so full of love to his son he can feel his heart pounding in his chest. A fluttering he hasn’t experienced ever since dating Olivia, Matthew’s late mother.

“Well, I told ya, baby cakes. Boys can get stiffies when thinkin’ of their daddies. And daddies… Well, they can get stiffies when thinkin’ of their beautiful adorable sons. It just means I love ya, sweetheart.”

Matthew giggles when his daddy speaks so openly. Compliments him so freely. He always loves it when his daddy showers him with fatherly affection. And listening to his loving father speak so openly and plainly about something so naughty yet intimate… Well, it makes the preteen overflow with confidence.

- “Would it be okay if I… If I touch it? Daddy?”

Dave simply nods as Matthew withdraws his small hands from his father’s big strong paws, the brown doberman instead reaching up to cup and caress his son’s cheek with one hand while the other lands on Matthew’s thigh, squeezing it encouragingly.

“Of course, baby. If ya want to. Ya can do or ask anything ya want. Jus’ know that ya can stop any moment ya like, okay? This is for you, an’ daddy will help ya as much as ya want. But ya can stop whenever ya want too, okay?”

Matthew simply nods, still lighting grinding back and forth against the base of his father’s thick sheath as slowly the slick and hot length of the adult’s humanoid penis emerges from its protective cover. Dave exhaling deeply in a suppressed moan of pleasure, the feeling much more intense than he had expected as he feels his son’s small hand gingerly encircle the base of his fat sheath and give it a squeeze.

- “I will, daddy. It’s just… I’ve wanted to play with a penis for so long. And my friends here don’t let me do it much. They’re saying it’s gay.”

The flinch in Matthew’s adorable floppy Labrador ears when emphasising that last word stings Dave more than he could have expected. His son shouldn’t grow up thinking ‘gay’ is a bad word with negative meaning. Even if his interests in penises and males would be of a fleeting nature. Dave will try his damned hardest to make sure his boy doesn’t grow up thinking homosexuality is bad.

“Ah. Ya know, son. When people don’t understand somethin’, or they’re afraid, it’s easier to jus’ make fun of it and distance themselves from it. Kids your age don’t know what gay is. And they hear their mommies and daddies use that word as a slur, so they do so too. Without understandin’ how hurtful it can be to someone who is gay.”

Dave continues his explanation in a soft gentle tone, keeping the atmosphere as light as possible and continuing to enable his son’s sensual exploration without dragging the mood down. Offering the thought that his friends may only say those things because they’re afraid of what their parents would say if they found out they’re playing with their friend’s penises. That fear may trump their desire to explore and put a negative connotation to it. Something that no child should be exposed to.

“Even so, playing with penises doesn’t necessarily mean you’re gay. Don’t worry about that word until you’re older. For now, jus’ enjoy being a sweet kid. If ya wanna explore a penis and your friends don’t feel like it, daddy will always help. Okay, sweetheart? Daddy loves ya! So, so much!”

Matthew is positively beaming with joy, his face glowing as he smiles like a goof. Something his daddy responds to in kind as his sweet baby boy’s hand explores first the thickness of his sheath, and then the firmness of his shaft. His own little nail twitching something fierce as it just out straight at his daddy’s face.

- “Uhu! Love you too, daddy!”

The little boy lifts himself up and off his father’s lap, slightly to Dave’s disappointment but he revels in the sensation of his moist glans leaving sticky kisses along the cleft of his baby boy’s bubble butt as he does. Matthew resumes cuddling into his father’s side, pressed between Dave’s body and the backrest of the couch as the ten-year-old doberman-Labrador mix lays his cheek onto his daddy’s abs and reverently beholds the mighty weapon that helped create him.

Matthew’s small hand lightly runs up and down the length of his father’s rod, gently tapping the slit at the tip of Dave’s cock and cooing in amazement as a string of precum connects the two for a brief second before it breaks.

For a brief moment Matthew just looks at the droplet of clear fatherly essence on the flat of his index finger as he seems to be considering what he wants to do. Dave can’t suppress a moan of pure fatherly incestuous ecstasy as his precious baby boy brings the finger to his lips and samples his father’s most intimate flavour by sensually curling out his tongue around it.

“Oh, baby. That’s just… so beautiful. Does daddy taste okay?”

Dave needn’t have asked, for Matthew’s eyelids lower down halfway his beautiful blue peepers as he soundlessly coos out. Clearly enjoying the flavour of his father immensely as his hard little stiffy throbs firmly into the daddy’s ankle.

- “Uhu. Daddy… Can I…”

The brown doberman father smiles and gently hushes his son, one hand cradling the top of Matthew’s head while the other takes hold of the base of his own penis, firmly pointing his own erection up for his preteen boy to have easier access to: “Of course, baby. If ya want.”

Matthew doesn’t even smile, his face just speaking of boyish desire blossoming into teenage lust. His eyes halfway closed, glued to the shiny dark pink glans of his father’s erection as Dave holds it up for his son, mouth slightly agape as Matthew’s adorably small pink tongue just lols out shallowly as he pants his warm breath over the cock’s head. Both the boy’s hands have darted down to his own aching loins, the preteen ceasing to rub the pulsing hard nail against his daddy’s ankle and instead encapsulating the small length between his two hands as they form into a tight sleeve around his own throbbing cocklet. Making the boy whimper in childish ecstasy, with a slight hint of fear for such new overwhelming emotions.

Dave continues to just gently stroke the top of his ten-year-old son’s head while squeezing the base of his cock rhythmically, milking up droplets of clear precum as they roll from his meatus like pearls of dew. The considerate father aiming the shiny purple glans at his son’s lips, bringing it within easily accessible reach. Not forcing anything, but simply offering his horny boy the option if he wants to go through with it.

And go through with it, he does! Matthew’s tongue tentatively laps at the glans of his father’s erect penis, the preteen dog boy’s eyes closing fully and his body shuddering wildly in overwhelming pleasure as he tastes his father’s incestuous essence straight from the source. Love made liquid and viscous, just for him to enjoy. To get addicted to.

The brown doberman male moans out deeply and manly, his own toes curling as his paws lightly kick out from the couch’s arm rest: “Oh, baby. Oh, baby cakes. Ya do that… so well. You’re such a good boy, Matthew. Such a sweet lovely boy. My lovely boy!”

Matthew’s small chest swells with pride in turn as he blushes at his daddy’s honest and lewd, yet heartfelt praise of his son’s touch. And the doberman-Labrador mix has barely touched his father yet!

The ten-year-old’s long doggy tongue eagerly curls all over and around his father’s bulbous humanoid cock head, fervently lapping up all that delicious salty fatherly precum as Matthew hums contentedly. His adorable little tail thumping away into the backrest of the couch as it happily wags at a hundred miles an hour.

The preteen then gently cups his father’s leaking plum with his tongue and swiftly guides it inside his little muzzle, keenly enclosing his lips around the tip and lovingly trapping it inside his warm wet mouth.

Dave throws back his head and doesn’t hold back as he moans loudly and proudly, not caring what his neighbours might think. He hadn’t had sex since his wife died less than a year ago, and for his son to be the first to reignite the flame within him… Well. It seems oddly natural. Weirdly fitting. Somehow the brown doberman just knows his wife wouldn’t have opposed this development. In fact, he’s pretty sure she’d only encourage her husband to be as openminded to indulging her son’s exploration of his latent homosexual urges as possible. To be as good of a father to Matthew as he was a husband to her.

The young father is drawn back from his reveries by the whimpers of distress coming from his little boy as he suckles at his daddy’s penis like a newborn searching to draw milk. Little Matthew is furiously pumping away at his own small pud like a boy possessed, though, Dave admires the preteen’s unique style of doing so. Most kids his age wouldn’t know how to handle their own erections so skilfully yet.

The brown doberman gently caresses his floppy ears and the top of his head, gently murmuring.

“Hey, baby cakes. It’s okay to be a lil’ scared. What you’re feeling in your private parts… your penis. Well, you’re gonna have an orgasm soon. Don’t worry about making a mess, you’re not gonna pee. Just let it all out when it comes. I’m proud of ya, Matthew. You’re my handsome good lil’ boy.”

One of Matthew’s small hands lets go of his twitching little cocklet, the other now fully embracing the length instead and firmly fisting itself up and down the pulsing shaft against his father’s leg. The small hand reaches up, seeking the comfort of his daddy, and Dave readily takes it and holds it safely in the strong warm palm that was caressing the top of Matthew’s head. The young father gently squeezing his little boy’s hand and reassuring him everything’s okay.

Matthew’s tongue is swirling all over and around the underside of his daddy’s cock head, the preteen unable to slide more than two inches of his father’s impressive penis inside his muzzle in his eager inexperience. He’s applying a very strong suction, like when he would when slurping away at a popsicle. Furiously masturbating his small cocklet in his hand and the sensitive little tip against his daddy’s muscular leg. Connecting with his daddy physically in multiple direct points of contact as his body is shuddering and convulsing in anticipation of his first dry orgasm shared with his loving father.

The ten-year-old doberman-Labrador boy suddenly stiffens up, coming to a grinding halt as he spastically hunches against his daddy’s leg every five seconds or so, grunting and humming around Dave’s swollen cock head as his son’s muzzle firmly keeps it locked between his jaws.

It all happened so sudden and so unexpected, Dave’s hands clutching his cumming little boy’s hand as well as the base of his penis as the sudden realisation of his son’s orgasm triggers the young father’s own. The doberman wanted to warn his baby boy, allow him the chance to withdraw, but only pitiful grunts and whines escape his lips as he too seizes up and locks into a spasming bodily loop.

Thick creamy spurts of warm fatherly semen jet out over the length of Matthew’s pink tongue, the little boy crying out around his daddy’s bulbous juicy plum of a cock head as he instinctively suckles harder, swallowing rope after rope of Dave’s delicious incestuous fatherly seed.

Chests are heaving and droplets of light sweat roll down their fur, both father and son convulsing as they grab onto each other for dear life, with Matthew’s rotor mouth continuing to mercilessly apply a powerful vacuum to Dave’s sensitive cock head. The little ten-year-old canine boy eagerly swallowing all the liquid love his supportive father has to give. What matter labels like ‘gay’ when the affection and adoration of a father for his child and vice versa is so beautifully and harmoniously expressed, free of any taboo society may impose upon it. Safely in their cosy little cocoon. A trailer to the outside world, but a homely castle of togetherness and support to them.

Dave is cooing, somewhat less manly than he would have wanted to admit, as his hand still firmly holds Matthew’s, the other nearly squeezing the base of his dick off. Powerful spurts of fatherly incestuous essence slow down to a dribble, and Matthew audibly exhales through his nostrils as he simply suckles from his daddy like a newborn would nurse from a nipple. Like they advocate for in those trendy new baby books. If only those had been around when Matthew was little.

The boy’s eyes are closed in ecstasy as his other hand had released his cocklet, Matthew having wrapped his whole arm around his daddy’s thigh, resorting to hunching the twitching little nail from his hips into Dave’s leg as the moaning preteen continues to experience a series of earth-shattering dry orgasms.

The brown doberman’s juicy mushroom head is slowly growing too sensitive to bear, as happens to any man right after a mind-boggling orgasm like this. Dave allows Matthew to suckle for just a little bit longer, more to enjoy the intimate bonding ritual between the two for as long as possible, but eventually has to gently withdraw from his son’s suckling muzzle. Matthew mewling and whimpering in protest as he follows his daddy’s cock as it is being pulled away, before the softening humanoid shaft pops out and starts receding inside the doberman’s sheath.

“Ah. Sorry, son. It gets very sensitive right after… Well, right after such a mind-blowing nut like ya just gave daddy.”

Matthew opens his eyes again for the first time in more than twenty minutes, giving Dave the puppy eyes the boy knows usually works on his father. Dave feels his heart melt and he gently tussles Matthew’s head and floppy ears: “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy loved what ya did. When we’re alone, ya can do it all ya want. If ya want to. Okay?”

The ten-year-old dog boy nods and reaches down to finger his little cocklet as it is still stiff as a nail, a shudder rippling through his whole body before letting go of it and instead press it firmly into Dave’s leg.

- “Ngh. Daddy! It tingles too much!”

Dave chuckles, both when seeing his precious little boy experience the same he does after he cums, but also at the vigour of youth as Matthew’s small penis simply doesn’t go down.

“Ya will be ready to go again in about a minute, son. But daddy needs longer to recover. It happens when you’re older.”

The doberman gently sits upright on the couch, Matthew now kneeling down as he straddles one of his dad’s legs and looks a bit dazed and lost. Dave has to commend his son, though. Not a drop was spilled. Matthew’s Texas Stallion’s jersey is still pristine.

”Did ya like exploring daddy? Sorry about… Ya know, not being able to warn ya in time. I’ll make sure of it next time!”

The young doberman-Labrador’s eyes light up and a smile returns broadly onto his lips, Matthew’s small tail wagging again in a lazy back-and-forth.

- “So… It’s really okay? We can do it again, daddy?”

Now it’s Dave’s turn to blush lightly. Catching himself smiling like a goof in this unguarded moment at his son’s eagerness to continue bonding with him so intimately. Seemingly really enjoying this time with his daddy and sating that craving to explore penises deep down inside.

“Of course, sweetheart. Anytime ya want when we’re alone together.”

Matthew scoots forward over his daddy’s thigh and rests his small warm balls upon it as he embraces his daddy’s broad chest, nuzzling his nose comfortably into Dave’s body as well as his stiff little nail.

- “I didn’t mind you ejaculating in my mouth, daddy. I really want you to do it more. If… If that is okay?”

Dave raises an eyebrow at his son’s adult word usage.

“Uhm. Yeah. Of course, baby. But where did ya hear such a big word?”

- “Sex ed at school, daddy.”

“Oh. Okay. Just… Let’s just keep this between you and me for now. Okay, sweetheart? Dunno how people would react if they knew.”

- “Okay, daddy. My lips are sealed. Cross my heart and hope to die!”

The doberman chuckles, his ten-year-old boy’s little penis still stiff and now actually poking at the entrance of his sheath, getting sticky with the adult’s lingering juices of arousal. Dave kind of likes that sensation, having experimented with his sheath and fingers before, even with his late wife. An idea to try out with Matthew another time. If he’s okay with it.

- “Love you, daddy.”

“Love ya too, Matthew. My wonderful little boy.”