Story by Custos (Original posting 09 February 2025 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos) Please don’t repost this story, let it remain in my galleries! 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. —— Standalone: It's Okay to Touch, Son 6 The weekend had been a lonely affair. Matthew’s grandparents or cousins don’t live anywhere nearby, so sleepovers away have rarely happened before. And not at all since Olivia passed away. Dave had naturally agreed to let his son stay over at Jimmy and Deborah’s, it’s only right after the little boys had a sleepover at his place. Spread the love a little. Doesn’t make it any less lonely, though. And so, the handsome brown doberman had found himself at a bar. Grungy, badly lit, with watered down beer. And loose women. Dave had been sitting at the bar for a while, simply watching the game and drinking bottle after bottle. Despite the temptation, he abstained from smoking. He’s not going to let recent events be the excuse to get back into the nasty habit. And then, she approached him. Tipsy, wearing a blouse with a cut as deep as a road worker’s ass crack, brandishing an overpriced glass of red wine that came from a box rather than a bottle. The sheep woman had smiled at Dave sweetly, eyes half-lidded and her movements ever so slightly staggered. Taking more effort than normally to be controlled into regular movement. Her hair permed and frizzy. She tried to look young by her choice of clothes and make-up, but it was obvious she had to be around fifty. - “Hey, handsome. I’s have ah proposal for yew.” If it had been any other weekend, Dave would have blown her off politely. Especially since at first he thought she was soliciting him for paid sex work. But when she gestured over to the slightly nerdy looking goat man in the corner and explained they wanted to spice up their marriage, the doberman knew exactly where the night was going. He searched his soul as he looked down into the bottom of his beer bottle. He didn’t find the sheep woman ugly nor particularly attractive. And the prospect of plowing her in her martial bed while her hubby watched from the corner was creepy to say the least. But… in some deeply deprived way, it compelled to Dave’s macho personality. To take what was someone else’s, right in front of them. In their own bed. He’s never had another since Olivia and he had been too young to experiment much before her. Fuck it. He needed to get his dick wet. As long as these two realised what they were getting into with him. He can be a very rough lover. The bed had creaked and groaned underneath the weight and momentum of the screeching woman and Dave’s hunching body. His muscles rippled in the dim light of the nightstand lamp as he snarled and bit all around this sheep woman’s neck and shoulders while she moaned like a banshee possessed. She had tried to kiss Dave a couple of times, but the growling canine had made it clear his lips were off limits. Dave’s tail had been docked when he was younger. Another product of his upbringing, with parents who cared more about status than the bodily health of their son. Or his right to choice. Something Dave has valiantly fought against when it came to Matthew. The nub didn’t move or wag in the slightest, something it certainly would have when he had made love to Olivia. Frankly, the woman underneath the doberman didn’t matter at all. She was just a hole for him to use and blow off some steam into, and the meek lapping of her husband’s tongue at their union barely registered in his mind. Dave just needed to get off and get out of there. No foreplay. No pleasantries. The sheep hadn’t even gotten her top off, just her skirt, before Dave had hoisted her into the bed and started viciously fornicating her like a piece of meat. He hadn’t even touched her breasts, so she had resorted to playing with them herself. Despite his distance and lack of interest, she had been loving it thoroughly. With a deeply guttural snarl, Dave had pumped a hefty load into the condom he was wearing. She and her husband hadn’t wanted him to wear one, wanting for him to lick Dave’s load out of his wife, but the virile dog had made it clear it wasn’t up for debate. Despite her age, Dave did not want to take chances. Let alone get an std from a couple that picked up random men like him in grimy bars. Without ceremony, Dave had pulled out of the whining sheep’s swollen vulva, the tip of the filled condom had caught in her squeezing hole before rubber banding loose into his dick. The husband had been frantically masturbating himself as he had knelt behind the two, his chin wet with his wife’s pussy juices and Dave’s precum as the latter had begrudgingly indulged the man. Having allowed him to touch and lick his balls while he had fucked the woman. The filled condom is slapped wetly onto the husband’s face before Dave squeezes out the slimy contents all over the writhing moaning sheep woman’s slit, the doberman watching his viscous creamy sperm run down her quivering lips. Her husband dove in between his wife’s legs like a man possessed, slurping every single drop of Dave’s cum from the woman’s pussy as she screams in orgasm. Dave had peaced out at that moment, leaving the couple to their own devices as he already regretted the weakness of his flesh. All he had wanted out of that encounter was physical relief, but he found none. On top of that, the post-nut clarity spurred his conscience into gear. And his guilt. The dog man had been angry with himself and had forced himself into shape by the time Matthew came home from his playdate that Sunday evening. He had showered several times but he kept feeling dirty. And had worked on his bike, unnecessarily taking apart pieces of it and reassembling them. Anything to keep his hands busy and his mind empty. All of that melted away as soon as Matthew steps out of Debby’s car and smiles brightly at his daddy, skipping up to the man and giving Dave the biggest sweetest hug. The doberman audibly sighs as he holds his precious boy tight, squeezing him a little harder than usual. Deborah and Jimmy exit the car too, the two boys animatedly talking about their weekend while Jimmy’s mother fills Dave in on the details the pups forgot. Matthew had been a model guest, which makes Dave’s chest puff out as a proud father. They had gone to the local swimming pool, done some arts and crafts, and had done a ton of gaming and snacking. Matthew presents his daddy with a collection of several toilet roll people, niftily decorated and coloured to look like the four of them. The one representing Dave even had muscles drawn onto its chest and stomach, the figurine depicted with the doberman’s sleeveless leather jacket leaving its torso bare. “These look great, kiddo! Let’s find them a nice spot in the living room, eh?” Matthew gives Jimmy and Deborah a nice warm hug goodbye, and so does Dave. He can feel his little tail stub lazily wagging while Debby’s does the same at a slightly less restrained pace. She’s warm. And she smells good. And so does Jimmy. God, he’s such a mess. Dave and Matthew wave the two goodbye as they drive out of the trailer park, and are about to head inside when suddenly Buck sticks his snout out of his front door. Damn nosy possum. All of their neighbours are. The doberman can already see the subtle prodding and poking coming from a mile away. - “Hi, David. Hi, Matthew. Ya’ll went on a trip?” For a moment, Dave is afraid his son would indulge their nosy neighbour in a long drawn-out tale of all that happened over at Jimmy’s, but the pup simply smiles and waves. - “No, mister Wilson. I had a sleepover at a friend’s. Goodnight, mister Wilson!” The pup skips into the trailer house, surprising both his dad and the retired possum man with his briefness. Before Buck can turn to Dave and spin his old man tales, the doberman just nods to the possum and bids him a goodnight as well. Buck looks a little baffled, but Dave chuckles and is very grateful to skip having to answer any prying questions. More than eager to just return to the normal routine of spending time with his son. As soon as Dave turns around after closing and locking the trailer door, he’s suddenly jumped by a heavily wagging little pup, Matthew overloading his daddy with sweet little boy smooches. - “I missed you, daddy! It was fun, though! Jimmy lives in a house! It has two stories and a garage! And they have a bathtub!” Dave smiles mellowly, holding up his ten-year-old son in his arms as Matthew hooks his legs around his father’s waist for support, embracing the doberman’s neck tightly. It stings a little when Matthew starts describing the kind of house Deborah is able to provide for her boy, but he brushes it off. People can say a lot of things about him, but no one can claim he doesn’t work his ass off to offer Matthew a better life. The brown canine nuzzles his boy back, simply leaning against the front door while basking in his pup’s adoration and enthusiasm. “That’s great, sweetheart. I missed ya too! Very, very much!” Father and son simply rest in place as their tails wag and their heartbeats synchronise, the former standing up tall while cradling the latter protectively in his arms. Matthew nuzzles lovingly into Dave’s neck, his small fingers pawing at his father’s coarse fur and neck. The two males taking in each other’s scent, restoring the regular status quo. The preteen then yawns, his body growing a little more heavy as Matthew relaxes in Dave’s protective hold. “Wanna lie on the couch, sweetheart? Ya look tired.” Surprisingly, Matthew shakes his head, continuing to paw at his daddy’s shoulders like a kitten. - “No, daddy. I wanna tell you about my sleepover!” “What if I sit by yer bed while ya rest? Ya can tell me all about it.” Matthew pauses for a second, thinking it over. Like any young boy excited about something, he rarely ever voluntarily goes to bed. His arms squeeze Dave slightly tighter. - “Can… Can I sleep in your bed tonight, daddy? Then you can lie next to me.” The boy hasn’t slept in his father’s bed in a while but it hasn’t been too long ago, especially considering the months right after his mother’s passing. Dave simply nods and nuzzles his son’s neck, protectively holding and carrying his beloved pup to his own bedroom. The two males undress fully, quickly crawling under the blankets as they huddle together for warmth. Despite being tuckered out, Matthew is a waterfall of words and he describes his weekend in the greatest detail. Dave just smiles and cradles his boy, nodding along until he hears his son’s words slurring and fading, then nearly being startled when Matthew shoots back awake and continues his story. Having Matthew back in his arms is making Dave’s body sing. His heart pounding with happiness. The terrible loneliness and events of the weekend from his side forgotten in an instant. And he knows that’s a bad sign. The adorable silver Labrador-doberman pup can never be more than his son. It wouldn’t be fair to Matthew for his father to claim him. To have him replace the painfully empty spot that once belonged to Olivia. It is at this moment Dave realises he’s starting to feel more than just fatherly love for his son. His heart is pleading to give in, while his conscience is laying the cold hard truth on him. Fuck. Dave is struggling so much with his inner turmoil that he only snaps back to reality when he hears the soft rhythmic snoring in his arms. Matthew clutches his daddy tightly, skin-to-skin and fur-to-fur, while sleeping soundly. He must have drifted off a good while ago. The doberman places a chaste fatherly kiss on top of Matthew’s forehead and lays his head back down into his pillow. Despite his inner struggles, he too feels the exhaustion of the weekend start to claim him, and soon he too falls into the darkness of the dreaming world. Another one of those dreams drifts by. Somewhat less disturbing, but invoking a great amount of guilt. It ends with Dave drowning in a literal vortex of doubt, until his clawing hands find another. One that pulls him up with surprising strength despite its delicate features. An unrelenting grip refusing to let the man sink down into the mire of his own making. Dave’s eyes slowly blink as he feels pleasant sensations running through his body from multiple sources all over him. A little index finger is lazily swirling around the slick head of his penis while it is still hidden in his thick sheath. Another small hand is gently massaging the heavy sack underneath the thickening furry pocket. And then, that warm little tongue lapping hungrily at his sensitive nipple as Matthew softly whines and suckles from Dave’s manly pec. The boy’s touches would be considerate highly sexual by anyone else, but to Dave it feels like his ten-year-old son is just seeking affirmation and support. A nurturing instinct combined with Matthew’s own awakening urges. The preteen pup’s eyes slowly open and remain half-lidded as they make contact with Dave’s, not a hint of alarm or any inkling that Matthew thinks what he’s doing to his daddy is wrong. “Matthew… Baby cakes…” The brown doberman’s voice is soft and low, and slightly groggy. Dave can feel his loins stirring at the stimulation. His nipples perk up both, his manly pecs flexing slightly. The tone in his father’s voice seems to make Matthew’s cute floppy ears to lower as if being scolded, the ten-year-old slowly releasing the sensitive nub of his daddy’s manly areola from between his lips. - “Yes, daddy? Am I doing something bad?” Dave hugs his son tightly to his naked form, the father able to feel his boy’s arousal poke against his own thigh while his own manly humanoid glans slowly emerges from his sheath. “No, baby. No. Ya know ya can play with daddy anytime ya want. Jus’… Ya need to ask when touchin’ anyone else, aight? Touchin’ people in their sleep without consent ain’t no good.” Matthew seems to be a little more relaxed, though, even in his young mind he knows that’s not all there is to his daddy’s tone of voice. He gently hugs back and squeezes Dave lovingly with his little boy arms, nodding. - “Okay, daddy. I wouldn’t. But… Are you sad?” The cute pup has always been very perceptive for his age. Or maybe Dave just wears his heart on his sleeve. He lovingly nuzzles Matthew’s nose, slowly and delicately as if his son were made of glass. The doberman pulls the pup up on top of himself, their shafts and sheaths pressed against each other as the two can now freely cuddle one another better. “Daddy had… Not such a great weekend. I’m glad yers was better, sweetheart.” Matthew remains quiet for a minute as both father and son softly caress each other’s bodies, exploring one another while basking in the peaceful warmth of their embrace. Dave can already feel his eyelids grow heavier again when the pup’s lovely voice pipes up again, with a barely contained enthusiasm and secretive tone to it. - “Jimmy and me touched wieners, daddy. We played naked games together. Is that okay, daddy?” Dave’s cock immediately throbs to life, growing to a full-fledged erection from the semi he had in mere seconds. The brown doberman’s heart rate increases, the adult man’s big warm hands slowly coming to rest on his ten-year-old son’s buttocks. He can feel Matthew’s tail wagging softly and delicately. Anxiously awaiting his father’s reaction. Dave quickly puts his boy at ease with a loving fatherly kiss on top of Matthew’s snout. “That’s great, sweetheart. Of course, that’s okay. Anyone can see ya two like each other very much. Wanna tell daddy about it?” The young pup seems to regain his confidence and impishly grins at Dave while he slowly grinds his small cocklet into his father’s thick shaft. A shiver runs down both of their spines in the thrill of the moment. Matthew’s voice lowers to an almost imperceivable whisper, a husky tone betraying his excitement as his murmurs take on a conspiring tone. - “We were sitting next to each other playing a game in his room, and suddenly he said he had two joysticks now. I looked and Jimmy’s penis was all hard and sticking up and jerking back and forth. It was really funny, daddy. And it made me tingly…” Dave’s cock throbs something fierce against Matthew’s little tummy as the boy lies on top of his daddy, groin to groin and with the preteen pup’s chin resting on the doberman’s firm pecs. Feeling his daddy’s excitement, the ten-year-old just smiles sweetly and squeezes his arms a little tighter around his father, grinding his cocklet into Dave’s thick shaft and heavy balls. The grown man doesn’t utter a word. Instead he just breathlessly listens, hanging onto every word of his baby boy. - “I said it wasn’t fair he got to have two joysticks, daddy. And then, Jimmy got quiet for a minute and then asked if I wanted to play with his joystick too. He said I could touch it, really!” Matthew adds the last sentence to his story in a rushed manner, clearly wanting his daddy to believe he wouldn’t just grab someone else’s penis. Dave just nods and keeps gently caressing his son’s soft ass cheeks, feeling the pup’s tail wag faster and faster as he progresses in his naughty story. “I’s believe ya, sweetheart. Very cool. Daddy’s listening.” The silver Labrador-doberman mix smiles happily at his father and coos as Dave lovingly fondles his boy’s buns, Matthew pushing up his little bottom to meet with his daddy’s warm palms. - “So, I played with Jimmy’s joystick, daddy. And I got a stiffy too and he played with mine. He wanted to rub wieners, so we got onto his bed, kinda like you and me now. He touched my butt too, daddy!” Dave’s heart is pounding and his cock throbbing underneath his ten-year-old son, the doberman demonstratively and playfully grabbing Matthew’s buns extra tightly and squeezing them. “Oh? Like this, baby cakes?” Matthew shakes his head in denial and reaches back to his daddy’s powerful hands, grabbing Dave’s index finger and pushing it firmly between his cheeks and on top of his tight warm pucker. Dave nearly busts a nut right then and there, a soft whine escaping his lips as a volley of precum soaks both his own stomach and Matthew’s as his dick is firmly pressed between. His son’s boy pussy felt so delicate and hot, happily winking at his daddy’s touch. - “No, daddy! He touched my hole! Like so. He even pushed his finger in!” The brown doberman is seeing stars, breathing heavily as Matthew still holds and pushes Dave’s finger up against his little boy hole. And even tries to force it in, though, Dave’s digit is much larger and thicker than Jimmy’s and would require some lubrication and preparation to fit. Another jet of incestuous fatherly precum coats their bellies, the scent of Dave’s male arousal starting to penetrate their nostrils. Adding to the thrill of sharing such a naughty secret among boys. “Fuck! Baby. My sweet baby boy. Yer boy puss— Err, yer tail hole is so soft. Did he… Did Matthew put his stiffy inside ya, too?” - “We tried, daddy, but he couldn’t get it in. I tried pushing mine in him too, but it hurt a little so we stopped. But we sucked each other, daddy! Like ya taught me! We sucked each other at the same time until we both had the tingles!” Oof, that hit hard. Dave’s docked pointy ears twitch in shame. He knows he only let his son explore as much as he had wanted to and didn’t force him into anything, but the way Matthew said that… It still felt wrong. However, Dave wasn’t about to get the mood spoiled so he pushes his protesting conscience to the back of his mind for now. Deciding to focus all of his attention and love on his son in this moment. And the boy’s incredibly arousing explorations among his peers. “Oh? My lil’ stud already had his first sixty-nine, eh? Daddy’s very proud of ya, son!” Matthew’s cheeks and ears blush at the praise by his father, but there’s some confusion in his expression as well. - “What’s a sixty-nine, daddy?” “Ya wanna find out, baby?” - “Uhu!” Fully alert and awake now, Dave throws back the covers and gently repositions Matthew on top of himself until his son is faced with his father’s angrily throbbing erection. The fat mushroom head is leaking precum like a broken faucet, the copious amount making the adult male’s shaft slick and shiny in the moonlight through the window. Dave is presented with the wide open legs and ass of his ten-year-old son as the pup straddles his father’s chest, the pup’s cute little tail wagging excitedly in anticipation. Matthew already knows where this is going, making an ‘oh’ sound and gently taking hold of his father’s trembling slick shaft, rubbing his small hands up and down the pulsing length. - “So a sixty-nine is when you both suck each other at the same time, daddy?” “That’s right, baby. Suckin’, lickin’, rimmin’…” - “What’s rimmi— Ooh!” Matthew’s words clump up in his throat and exit in a garbled mess, as for the second time in his young life he feels the warm and intimate tickle of a slick wet tongue lapping at his virginal pucker. Just like when his daddy had done on his bike earlier that week. Dave holds his son’s legs apart with a strong grip, the pup’s cute little ball sack pressed firmly into his chest as the adult’s tongue worms and drills its way inside the ten-year-old little boy’s winking anus. A lot more sexually charged, this time, with Dave’s cock wetly slapping Matthew’s face as the boy is incapacitated for the moment. Blubbering and slurring out an incomprehensible string of words. But clearly on cloud nine as the slightly feminine boy pushes back his ass into his daddy’s face eagerly and in deep-seated need. - “Ngh, daddy! Oh, daddy! Mhm. D-deeper, daddy. Please! Deeper, daddy!” What kind of father would refuse his son in a moment like this? Not Dave, that’s for sure. The ten-year-old pup weakly suckles and laps at his father’s incestuous cock head as it spews forth dollop after dollop of clear delicious fatherly precum, the boy’s hips grind harshly into Dave’s pecs as the little nail rubs up and down in the man’s cleavage. Both adult and child lost in the sauce as they enjoy each other’s bodies to the fullest. No room for shame, embarrassment, or insecurities. Just two males loving each other unconditionally, and barring no holds in showing it to one another. Tonight is for each other. Primal urges prevail. Matthew whimpers in protest when his daddy withdraws that powerful broad wriggling tongue of his, Dave grinning and sucking on his index finger while he keeps his son steady with his other hand on the boy’s ass cheek. His son’s small balls look so adorable as the little round pouch jiggles around in front of the grown man’s face. Dancing along the beat of the ten-year-old’s budding puberal excitement. That beautifully tiny pink pucker of his son’s ass hole winking back at him with childish slutty need. - “Daddy… Why did you stop, daddy? Please…” Dave grins. He knew how to make Olivia beg for his touch too. It’s incredibly arousing and somewhat heartwarming to see their son isn’t any different. “Dun’ worry, baby cakes. Daddy’s got ya. Daddy’s gunna treat ya right. Jus’ trust me, baby.” The ten-year-old boy’s eyes widen when his father traces the rim of his tiny opening, teasing his son before gently slipping in his finger until the first knuckle. - “Daddy!” Dave’s cock lurches when hearing the lustful surprise in his son’s voice, his sexy little guy sounding positively angelic as Matthew nearly purrs while squeezing his tail hole tightly around his daddy’s finger. Clamping down on the thick intruder and relishing in how wonderfully full it makes him feel. The thickness of Dave’s finger is just right after preparing and lubricating his son’s preteen anus with his expert tongue action. The rhythmic squeezes around the proud father’s finger tip seem to urge and beg for it to venture deeper, Matthew’s body naturally curious and receptive to being toyed with back there. - “Ooh. Daddy. Your finger feels so much better than Jimmy’s penis!” “That’s ‘cause daddy prepped ya, baby. Ya need to relax a boy pussy with yer tongue and fingers before it can take anythin’ bigger.” Matthew’s cocklet is pulsing aggressively against his father’s abs, the adorable pup looking back at his daddy as he straddles the man’s body on all fours, his cute ears floppy and twitching in pleasure. Dave’s fatherly cock pulses and slaps back against Matthew’s cheek in rhythm with his heartbeat, leaving smooches of sticky incestuous precum behind on the pup’s skin. - “S-so… If Jimmy would put his penis inside me now, it wouldn’t hurt? Daddy?” “That’s right, baby cakes. If Jimmy is about yer size, it would feel pretty darn good for ya, I reckon!” The ten-year-old pup moans out far more lewdly than one would expect of a cub his age, his tail wagging a hundred miles an hour above Dave’s finger as it is shallowly seated in between the boy’s buns. Matthew pushing back on his own as his anus relaxes completely on its own, swallowing his daddy’s finger up until the second knuckle without any help from Dave, the proud doberman father’s cock spurting out another jet of fatherly precum onto his son’s face in response. - “Then… Could you help me next time with Jimmy, daddy? I really wanna feel what it’s like… I really… Really want Jimmy to…” Dave can’t help but smile at his son trying everything in his power not to have to admit he wants Jimmy inside of him because he’s crushing hard on the boy. Because Matthew is experiencing his first case of puppy love. Despite how hot that sounds, Dave needs to gently remind his son these bonding moments need to stay between the two of them. “Aw, baby. No, sweetheart. It’s one thing for a father to teach his son. But a grown man with a cub that’s not his own…” Matthew is gently rocking back and forth against his daddy’s finger, his soft anus slickly and smoothly swallowing more of the digit until the second knuckle slowly vanishes from sight. - “But daddy, Jimmy’s doesn’t have a daddy. Not a nice one like you. He wouldn’t tell, promise!” The brown doberman should have doubled down and outright refused his son’s dangerous request. But while the words have formed in Dave’s brain, he can’t seem to manage to get them past his lips. Instead, there’s silence for a minute as Matthew continues to grind back onto his daddy’s finger, cutely moaning and panting as his small stiffy twitches in childish pleasure against his father’s pecs and stomach. Before finally, another boyish whine brings Dave back from his reveries. - “Please, daddy. I really, really wanna feel what it feels like… Jimmy’s penis, I mean. And Jimmy doesn’t have a daddy to teach him like you. Please?” Dave sighs, his conscience yelling at him from the back of his mind as the grown man’s finger tip finds his son’s inner pleasure button. Gently and delicately, the canine’s fingertip rubs over the hard fleshy nub, small and adorable as anything on his son’s body is, really. Matthew’s reaction is immediate, the boy yipping out loudly and falling head first down into his father’s lap, the man’s fat humanoid cock leaking fatherly precum like a broken faucet. The slick pulsing length protrudes angrily from the adult’s sheath, the fatherly musk filling up Matthew’s senses and fogging up his mind. Causing the horny little ten-year-old boy to hug his father’s penis like a stuffed animal and place a volley of clumsy boyish kisses all over the sticky length. The pup eagerly licks his lips to savour his daddy’s flavour as he does, sensing he’s about to break down the adult’s defences. “I’ll think about it. No promises, though. Okay, baby?” - “Yes, daddy! Love you, daddy!” “Love ya too, sweetheart. More than ya think.” Sensing the time has come, Dave’s finger presses down firmly into his son’s prostate while his other hand reaches underneath the boy and gently takes hold of Matthew’s trembling little nail. Delicately drawing the skin back and forth, up and down. Massaging the boy’s male g-spot like he’s an expert in male sexual pleasure. In truth, this is all as new to Dave as it is to Matthew. Going on hearsay and theory about gay sex. And not doing a bad job at it, considering Dave’s near-spotless record of straight sex up until that moment. - “Oh! D-daddy! DADDY! Ngh!” Matthew’s whole body shudders in a mind-boggling childish orgasm, his adorable little erect penis twitching fiercely in between his daddy’s thumb and index finger as not a drop of moisture is expelled from the ten-year-old’s preteen cherry glans. Thick creamy ropes of incestuous fatherly semen jet up from Dave’s cock head, stringing across Matthew’s muzzle, nose, and neck. The adult brown doberman equally quivers in absolute bliss as his cums handsfree, sheerly by pushing his own ten-year-old son over the edge with a loving prostate massage and a fatherly helping hand. The little boy’s tight boy pussy clenches around Dave’s finger in powerful little bursts, in perfect rhythm with his pulsing little nail between his daddy’s digits. The pup is a complete blubbering mess as he weighs heavily upon his father’s frame, gurgling and mewling as his small tongue darts out to lick and lap up Dave’s delicious loving manly seed. The same semen that once sired him inside his mother’s womb. Even in Matthew’s near-delirious state and despite his childlike innocence, Dave can sense his son can feel a deep reverence for his father’s sacred juices. At a subconscious instinctive level, the boy doesn’t want to waste a single drop of his daddy’s precious essence. His small pink tongue eagerly lapping away at his father’s pulsing length as the flow of cum slows down to a drizzle. Painting the boy’s nose milky white before Matthew’s broad doggy tongue laps it off. Dave can feel his boy still grind his stiff cocklet in between his pecs in the after bliss of his childish dry orgasm, the doberman slowly and carefully withdrawing his finger from his son’s winking tail hole. The adult feeling a satisfying pride at seeing Matthew’s tiny hole still winking and begging for him, slightly gaping for a second or two before the pucker closes up tightly once more. “Well done, baby. Nuttin’ like a real man! Daddy’s very proud of ya!” There’s no response other than a pleased hum, the boy’s chest and ears growing warmer at his daddy’s praise. Matthew is preoccupied with cleaning his father’s impressive rod, the thick member slowly slinking back inside the fat furry sheath between the impressive male’s thighs. The boy gently massages his father’s heavy nuts as he closes his eyes and keeps licking at the drooling cock head, savouring every last droplet of warm delicious fatherly incestuous semen the retreating penis still grants him. Matthew soon making out and french kissing the opening to his father’s sheath when the virile male’s cock has retreated entirely. Dave has a blissful smile on his lips as he gently caresses his son’s head and buns, just letting Matthew take things at his own pace. If the boy wanted to fall asleep tonguing his daddy’s sheath, then that’s what he’ll allow his son to do. Somehow, in that very moment, as Matthew slowly drifts off to sleep and groggily suckles on his daddy’s sheath, Dave has an epiphany. The sheer need in Matthew’s body language. The desire in the boy’s words, far more mature in nature beyond his years. The way every fibre of the pup’s being breathed complete adoration and trust in his daddy. It would be cruel to take that away after having let the boy experience it before already. To forcibly stop the boy from healthily exploring his sexuality. To withhold a safe male to do so with. Even if that male happens to be his own father. Actually, who better than his own father? A person who trusts and loves Matthew unconditionally and vice versa. An adult who can draw the boy back from any reckless impulses. To offer a knowing guiding hand wherever needed. Like explaining lubrication before attempting penetration with his young friend. No, helping from the sideline when his son wanted to play with his boy crush couldn’t possibly hurt. A parent wouldn’t let their child play unsupervised at a playground either, so why would they in the bedroom? And if this chaperoning would satisfy the needs of a lonely lost little boy for a father figure that doesn’t instil fear and dread into him, that’d be a simply wonderful plus, wouldn’t it? But… Only on one condition. Deborah needs to be onboard with it. He’d never think to go behind a parent’s back in matters concerning their child’s sexual health. Fuck, he’d kill the bastard who’d touch his own son without him knowing! Matthew has fallen asleep and is cutely suckling away at his daddy’s sheath, resting his head onto Dave’s thigh. The brown doberman is overcome with pride and love for his wonderful little guy, smiling and leaning forward before placing a fatherly kiss right on top of that wonderful tiny pucker which is still slick with his spit. “Dun’ ya worry, baby. Daddy will make it happen. Daddy will help ya. I promise.” The ten-year-old smiles around his daddy’s sheath as he suckles it in and out of his lips like a pacifier, stirring a little as Dave kisses the boy’s sensitive anus. Dave too smiles and closes his eyes as he lies back into his pillow. Letting gravity and exhaustion draw him down into the earth and into a most wonderful dream.