Story by Custos
(Original posting 14th of February 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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7. Doberman: Valentine's Day

A few days have passed by since Dave’s epiphany. The handsome brown doberman, regarded with wary eyes due to his permanent scowl and his many frightening tattoos, is working another shift at the plant. The guys there range frown scrawny druggies to beefy steroid ragers, and intelligent conversation is nowhere to be found.

- “Dang, brother! Jes’ get ‘er sum flowers an’ chocolate, never fails! An’ if ya really wanna be sure ye’ll fuck an’ suck, a cheap diamond ring! She’ll drop ‘er panties quicker’n a cat on a hot tin roof!”

The guys are installing parts onto the machinery that moves periodically along the large conveyer belt. Robot arms install the heavier and more precise parts, but people are still needed to supervise and take care of the more obtuse details of the job. So too Dave, who is supervising some fresh meat clumsily making his way through the motions under his guidance. Meanwhile, his colleagues are boasting to each other on their Valentine’s Day plans. And if you don’t intend to get any tail, they’ll treat you to a concert of boos and laughter. While some are here because of being dealt a bad hand in life, or simply bad luck, most don’t have a complete braincell to share between them.

Dave can survive in such environments, though, he doesn’t care enough to be making any friends. A job’s a job, and he’s found his social circle of likeminded peers elsewhere.

- “Am I doing okay, mister Wagner?”

“Jus’ Dave is good, kid. An’, yeah. Jus’ keep yer paws away from range of the arms. An’ tighten yer hair.”

The boy just shy of twenty years old hurries to tighten the scrunchy of his long hair, the jaguar’s style that of an alternative rock band enthusiast. He looks a little nervous to be directed by Dave, ogling the bulky man’s built and the doberman’s tattoos that are visible from his work overalls. If they had encountered in an alleyway, the boy would have likely thrown his wallet on the ground for Dave and made a run for it.

- “Hey! Dave! How’s yer babysittin’ job goin’? Haha!”

The brown doberman rolls his eyes, standing confidently with his large muscular arms folded as he supervises the feline boy. He tilts his head back and looks at the overweight brown bear with the powerful build, the guy’s shit-eating grin reach from ear to ear as he makes obscene wanking motions in front of his big bulge.

- “Ya gonna ask ‘er out tah Valentine’s, Dave? She looks jus’ yer type! All girly with a bit o’ dick! Haha!”

The jaguar boy blushes deeply and subconsciously grabs at his hair, nearly bumping his arm into the robotic appendage attaching and welding some plating to the machine on the conveyer belt. Dave grimaces and pulls the teenager out of the way with ease, almost as if the guy didn’t weigh anything.

“Can it, Earl! Bet the kid has a bigger ‘un than ya sorry fat ass! Didn’t Charlene from accountin’ see ya lil’ pencil dick in a bottomless district?! She ain’t impressed!”

The bear’s ears turn red as the guys around him hoot and holler, slapping their knees in laughter. He puffs out his chest and makes himself big as if ready to fight.

- “Ya wanna talk dicks, brother? I ain’t afraid! Drop ‘em if you got ‘em, pussy dog!”

The ursine is already taking off his overalls, receiving a lot of whistling from his colleagues, when suddenly their supervisor appears. A small pug man with eyes that point in very different directions, making it impossible to know for sure who or what he’s focusing on. His chubby rolls stuffed in a white collar shirt that is far too tight.

- “Earl! David! Knock it off! I dun’ wanna see yer smelly dicks on my factory floor! Get the newbie in check! He nearly caused a work place accident! An’ I dun’ want any more of those this month!”

Earl starts dressing again and gives the doberman the stereotypical ‘I’ll keep my eyes on you’ gesture with his fingers at his eyes that comes straight out of a bad mafia movie. Dave rolls his eyes again and chastises the newbie for letting himself get distracted by the likes of Earl.

Later on at home, Dave is greeted with the sight of his son welcoming him home at the door when he gets back from work. The young ten-year-old silver Labrador-doberman mix wags his tail excitedly as his daddy pulls up in his truck, though, his body language seems to betray some nervousness. Which intrigues Dave. Matthew isn’t the sort to keep secrets from his dad, so he’s sure he’ll get to hear all about it in a second.

The brown canine steps out of the truck and smoothes back the short coarse fur on his head along with his ears, the docked triangles flipping back up immediately after he does so. Matthew’s smile is warm and inviting, the cute pup dressed in his favourite sports jersey and some shorts.

- “Hi, daddy! How was work?”

Such a sweetheart to ask, even though he knows the answer will be the same. Dave’s eyes soften and he returns the smile, stretching before walking up to his son and tussling the boy’s floppy ears.

“Same ol’, same ol’, sweetheart. Yer lookin’ chipper. Anythin’ nice happened?”

Both father and son wave at Buck, the middle-aged possum neighbour, as they step inside the trailer. Dave letting his bag fall down with a thud and plopping down loudly onto the couch with equally less regard for the furniture. The grey canine boy with the same markings in his fur as his daddy climbs onto his father’s lap and eagerly leans in for a hug, which is lovingly reciprocated by Dave.

- “Tomorrow’s Valentine’s, daddy.”

Dave chuckles bemusedly, gently embracing his son as the ten-year-old boy’s tail wags happily from side to side.

“Oh, really? I hadn’ noticed.”

Matthew blushes, his cheeks and ears turning a little pinkish in hue.

- “I wanna ask someone out on a date, daddy…”

Dave’s ears perk up, and he can’t stop himself from showing a goofy but proud fatherly grin. His boy is growing up! And he can already sense where this is going.

“Ah? An’ who ya gonna ask out, bud?”

The doberman can feel a twitch emanating from his son’s groin. The little pup pushes himself up and off Dave’s muscular chest to simply sit on his daddy’s lap while his voice lowers in volume to a conspiring tone.

- “Jimmy, daddy. I wanna do something fun with Jimmy. But… I dunno. He may think it’s gay for two boys to do Valentine’s together. No?”

Dave smiles sympathetically and reaches up to gently hold his son’s jaw with his large strong hand, caressing Matthew’s cheek with his thumb.

“Yer afraid he’s gonna say ‘no’, sweetheart?”

The pup’s eyes grow a little bigger and he nods, a soft whimper escaping through his closed lips. It warms Dave’s heart that the boy is more and more open to him about what he feels and wants, and it’s a little cute how Matthew struggles with the concept of liking another boy even though he has no issues playing physically sexual games with Jimmy. As long as the G word is not mentioned out loud.

Dave thinks for a moment, simply caressing his son’s cheek and ears which Matthew enjoys. The young dad smiles a little wider when an idea pops into his head.

“How’s about… I ask Jimmy’s mom out on a date for Valentine’s? Suggest we do sumethin’ nice together with you an’ Jimmy? Howzat sound?”

Matthew is about to explode in cheering, but Dave quickly adds to his idea.

“However! Yer gonna ask Jimmy to be yer Valentine’s too. In life, ya have a ‘no’ by default, baby. But ya need to be brave an’ try to get yer ‘yesses’ where ya can. Ya want Jimmy for yer Valentine’s? Ya gotta ask him. Deal?”

Matthew whimpers but nods, his tail slowing down to a very lazy wagging motion.

- “I’m scared, daddy! Will… Will you be with me when I ask? Please, daddy?”

Dave demonstratively takes out his phone and gives it to his son, Matthew’s ears drooping down a little in fear but his tail wagging a little faster in excitement despite this.

“Whenever yer ready, baby. But yer gonna need to be quick. Valentine’s is tomorrow and maybe they’re makin’ plans of their own.”

The doberman performs some chores around the house as Matthew sits on the couch with his daddy’s phone in his paws, looking intensely at Deborah’s number and the call button, but finding himself unable to press it. Dave smiles and checks in every ten minutes or so, not disturbing his son but letting the ten-year-old boy work up the courage himself.

Finally, as Dave starts preparing to cook some food, Matthew’s meek little voice nearly whispers from the living room.

- “Daddy… It’s ringing…”

Dave quickly halts his preparations and sits down on the couch next to his son, drawing the boy up onto his lap as Matthew is literally shaking in fright while his trembling hands hold up the phone in front of him. The handsome young father has shed his pants and is walking around bottomless as per usual, but Matthew is still wearing his shorts despite being a little nudist at heart. He’d been so eaten up by the daunting task of calling Jimmy and asking that he’d forgotten. That’s alright, though. It’s not an obligation.

The brown doberman embraces his son as the little boy’s thighs spread around his daddy’s thick sheath. Being enclosed completely by his father’s warm firm muscular body is putting Matthew a little bit more at ease, and the trembling of his small paws lessens somewhat.

The dial tone vanishes with a click.

“Lovett residence, Deborah speaking.”

The phone shakes a little bit still in the ten-year-old pup’s hands, Matthew’s nervous voice piping up and breaking a little as the onset of puberty makes itself painfully known.

- “H-hi, mrs. Debby? It-it’s Matthew. From Jimmy’s school?”
“Of course, Matthew! I know who you are, pumpkin. What can I do for you?”
- “Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, mrs. Debby. Is… Is Jimmy home, mrs. Debby?”

There’s just a moment’s pause at the other end of the line. Matthew is still shaking a little but Dave has to smirk. He can already sense Debby’s smirk on the other side of the line. Kids don’t realise how well adults can read between the lines of things. Such youthful innocence. Adorable.

“Yes, he is, love. Do you want to talk to him?”
- “Yes, please, mrs. Debby.”
“One moment.”

Matthew looks up from the phone at his daddy, his cute snoot upside down while Dave rubs his son’s stomach encouragingly, slipping his warm hand underneath the pup’s sports jersey. Making Matthew close his eyes and shudder, releasing some heavily built-up tension healthily. A rush of soothing calm overcoming the boy as his eyes grow half-lidded.

“Yer doing great, sweetheart. Yer my brave lil’ trooper!”

The grey furred pup smiles genuinely happily at his daddy, his small thighs squeezing around Dave’s sheath while the boy’s tail tries to wag into his father’s abs. Then, there is rummaging on the other side of the line, sounding like the phone is being handed over to someone else.

“Hey, Matthew! What’s up?”

Dave has to suppress a chuckle, his hands continuing to hold his son securely in his lap, caressing the boy’s slender boyish stomach.

- “H-hey, Jimmy! You know, tomorrow is…”

Matthew’s breath chokes in his throat for a second. One of his little paws reaches underneath his shirt and grabs one of his daddy’s hands. The small fingers intertwining with the adult doberman’s for support.

- “Tomorrow is… Valentine’s Day. And… I was wondering…”

An innocent little ‘Aha’ resounds from the other side of the line, and Dave can already imagine little Jimmy being totally oblivious to his son’s feelings, wagging up a storm because of the prospect of hanging out with his best friend. All the while with Deborah smiling at the side, just as bemused by such sweet innocence from both boys as they skirt around their love for each other.

- “Wanna do something fun for Valentine’s? Ew, girls! Right?”

At the last minute, Matthew has come through. Though, at the expense of the girls among his peers. A flimsy cover for basically asking his best friend out on a date. Oh, well. Rome wasn’t built in a day.

“Sure! Whatcha wanna do?”

Matthew is floored. The boy stiffens up in his daddy’s arms and lap, his mind going blank on what to say. He had been so nervous to call and just ask that he didn’t even consider what to even do together for their bromantic day.

Dave chuckles and gently takes the phone from his son’s hand, smiling sweetly at his boy as he lifts the device to his ear.

“Hey, Jimmy. Mr. Wagner speaking here. Can you put your mom on the phone? We’ll see what we can do for a fun date. Eh, sport?”

The silver Labrador-doberman blushes crimson and pinches his daddy’s arm for calling it a ‘date’, but Dave takes it in stride and winks at his precious boy. There’s more rustling and talking on the other side before Deborah’s voice rings out again from the phone.

- “Hello? Dave?”
“Hey, Debby. So, yeah. The boys wanna do sum’thin’ fun for Valentine’s. An’ I’s was thinkin’. There’s a carnival in town. We’ll eat sum’ corndogs, puke up sum’ rides. Win sum’ plushies. What d’ya say?”

There’s an actual guffaw on the other end of the line and Dave winks at his son once again while laying the moves onto Debby. The pup grins and has to giggle too.

- “That sounds delightful, mister Wagner. You certainly know how to show a girl a good time! We’ll be there.”

And thus, Valentine’s Day arrives. Dave picks up his son from home after work, taking a quick shower to freshen up, and soon the two males arrive at the parking lot of the carnival. Once again, it turns out to be a bottomless district. Not something that Dave had planned for, but it’s always nice to be freed of the yoke of restrictive clothing.

Dave is already sitting in the driver’s seat with just his leather jacket on, looking at himself in the rearview mirror as he brushes his short coarse fur. A few spritzes of expensive male cologne add a mysterious good-smelling scent to the rugged canine. He doesn’t notice his son’s adoring eyes for a few moments, before the father’s eyes meet with the pup’s in the reflection.

“Sumethin’ the matter, baby cakes?”

The brown doberman knows that look. One of adoration. Enthralment. Of deeply affectionate feelings.

- “Nothing, daddy. Just, you’re handsome.”

Matthew’s little tail wags happily back and forth against the backrest of the passenger seat, his small hands grabbing the sides of the cushion as his big eyes look up at his daddy in the deepest admiration. In a boy’s eyes, daddy is god. Until they reach a certain age, at least. Hopefully Matthew will always think of his father fondly.

“Aw, ain’t ya a peach. Thanks, sweetheart. Yer a cutie yerself.”

Dave smiles back sweetly at his son, reaching over a hand and tussling the pup’s floppy ears. Matthew nearly purrs as he meets his daddy’s hand, his small penis already well out of his little sheath and flexing excitedly at the token of fatherly love. If it weren’t for the very public parking space, Dave would have offered his son a quick hand in relieving that tension. Unfortunately, the world may be progressing in their views on nudity and sex, but not quite so much on that front yet. If ever.

As before in the parking lot of Romeo’s Raging Rodeo, Deborah’s car pulls in next to Dave’s and as soon as it comes to a halt, the passenger side door flings open and a very excitable pup bounces out. Matthew matches Jimmy’s energy perfectly as the two boys lock hands and start dancing around each other, both naked from the waist down. They yip joyfully at meeting their best friend for an evening filled with juvenile fun, barely able to contain their excitement as they talk to each other a hundred miles an hour.

The driver’s side door opens too now. No hesitation this time. No overt blushes but a rosy hue still decorates the sweet homely black poodle woman’s cheeks. She’s positively glowing, wearing a loose blouse and her purse on one arm, with large golden hoop ear rings underneath her puffy poodle ears. Her curvaceous body draws Dave’s eye down to the blushing dark rosy lips of Deborah’s slit so chastely hidden by her thighs squeezing together. Lightly swollen and framed by her neatly trimmed fur. Indeed, though still a little anxious about being seen so vulnerable out in public, Debby has clearly put a lot of time and effort into her appearance today. All for Dave.

The brown doberman is taken aback for a moment, simply taking in Deborah as she smiles a little nervously for the handsomely rugged tattooed canine male. She performs a little spin, holding out her hands from her body as if presenting herself for inspection.

- “Hello, Dave. What do you think? Passable for a Valentine’s date?”

A lump forms in Dave’s throat. For just a moment, he could see his late wife Olivia standing there in Debby’s stead. Asking the very same thing. A brief moment of being a young teenager again. Nervously asking out a girl on a date. Trying to impress her. Yet, despite Dave’s breath choking for but a moment, his heart is beating more rapidly in a positive sense. As if Olivia is there with him. Approving of him. She wouldn’t want him nor Matthew to be sad forever. To be lonely. She’d just not want to be forgotten.

“Ya look lovely, Debby. Beautiful, really. I’s hope ye’ll consider a poor boy way below yer league tonight.”

Dave smiles meekly at Deborah, which is responded to in kind. Her perfume is enchanting. Flowery. Feminine. Mixed with something else… Heat! Deborah’s in heat! Which would explain the glow. The swollen blush down below. She’s not on the pill!

Deborah’s fingers slide into the crux of the arm Dave offers her, seeking support and finding it as the handsome doberman flexes his bicep for her to grab onto. A knowing smile rests on her lips, mildly shiny with her alluring lipstick. Her eyelashes fluttering playfully as she coyly reciprocates Dave’s stare of adoration.

- “So humble too! You’re such a gentleman, Dave. Careful now, a girl might lose her heart to just such a roguishly striking male! As I’m sure many have done before her.”

The two adults grin at each other like a pair of school kids when suddenly Jimmy jumps up into Dave’s arms, locking his legs around the male’s bare waist and pressing his equally naked sheath against Dave’s abs.

- “Hi, mister Dave! Thanks for taking us to the carnival!”

Dave’s first instinct is of anxiety, eyes darting over to Deborah to read her body language on her son seemingly so taken with another adult man. So needy to connect physically and intimately with someone who is by all counts not yet part of their family. When he sees not a single sliver of dubiousness or doubt in Deborah’s smiling expression, the doberman’s confidence grows and he too smiles broadly, enclosing his arms around the pup and gently taking hold of Jimmy’s bare buns. Giving them a playful squeeze as he supports the boy, keeping him aloft and grinding his cute little sheath against his own abs.

“My pleasure, Jimmy. Ya know, Matthew really wanted to spend Valentine’s with ya, ya know? Ya must be really good friends!”

Matthew is blushing fiercely, embarrassed and staring daggers at his dad from the corners of Dave’s eye, the brown doberman chuckling and gently returning the needful embrace the black and brown dachshund boy seems to crave. Pulling the boy’s small warm body against his own frame, Jimmy’s little tail wagging excitedly as a clear stirring can be felt in his small sheath. Dave casts another glance at Deborah, but her warm expression hasn’t changed a bit. Just maybe… Just maybe, this could all work out.

- “Best of friends, mister Dave! Valentine’s Day and kisses are icky girl stuff, but not so much with your best friend! Then it’s cool!”

Dave and Debby laugh, the black poodle lightly shoving her son while playing indignant. The brown doberman then lets the boy down and Jimmy doesn’t hesitate to grab Matthew’s hand, grinning radiantly at the other boy as he drags the other pup along with him. Matthew is clearly caught off guard, blushing like a tomato as he’s clearly overflowing with love and desire for his best friend, which Jimmy is also clearly oblivious to. Ah, puppy love. And puppy ignorance to it!

The two boys charge at the entry gate of the carnival, Dave and Deborah chuckling as they follow suit. The brown doberman quietly revealing to the poodle woman that he has a strong suspicion Matthew may have a little boy crush on Jimmy. Debby has to chuckle, admitting she’s suspecting the same. And that she’s completely fine with that, fully supporting both the boys figuring things out for themselves.

And then, in the same breath, the woman smiles mysteriously through her eyelashes at Dave. As if she knows something he doesn’t. For now keeping her secrets and air of mystique.

As promised, Dave treats everyone to some greasy but delicious corndogs. Debby even jokes about fulfilling the other half of his promise, threatening to puke on the next ride they’d visit. Both ten-year-old pups giggle and pull faces full of revulsion, singing their ‘ewws’ in chorus.

They visit many booths, Dave even winning Deborah a large plushie of a known human cartoon character by demonstrating his shooting skills. The virile male had demonstratively stretched and flexed his muscular torso and arms as he leant onto the counter, making a show for the lady as he shot all of the thin pegs to smithereens. Debby surprises all three males right back when she turns out to be a great shot at throwing baseballs at cans, knocking all of them over with ease and winning them all a free ride in the tunnel of love.

The silver Labrador-doberman and dachshund pups pull a face when hearing what the prize tickets are for, but Debby just shrugs and says that the boys don’t need to join them on the ride. That she and Dave could just ride twice in that case, making the boys wait even longer! Matthew and Jimmy quickly concede that the ride may not be that terrible after all.

And so, the little group ends up at the circular turning platform where the moving seats roll in on. Matthew and Jimmy are put on the cart in front of Dave and Debby, the little vehicles shaped like huge heart-shaped plastic couches with a bar clicking over the occupants’s laps. The backrests of these carts are comically tall, making it impossible to look into the vehicle in front of you, nor offering opportunity to look behind. Complete privacy for the occupants is the natural result.

Dave and Deborah smile at each other as their seat starts moving forward, driving into a hallway with animatronics depicting various acts of courting for love on either side. Puppets offering each other flowers and chocolates. Singing and playing instruments for each other beneath a balcony. Showing various scenes throughout theatre and history of famous love stories, like Romeo and Juliet.

The brown doberman slips his arms around Debby’s shoulders, the handsome canine offering the black poodle woman a cheeky wink as she giggles at Dave’s playful attempts at youthful courting.

- “Mister Wagner! I’m a divorced woman! I couldn’t possibly indulge in such juvenile behaviour!”

Debby’s voice is playful and sarcastic, mocking the notion that people at their age couldn’t fall in love like teenagers can. Just with a little more baggage, is all. And while she and Dave have been playfully teasing the whole time they know each other, they both know the other has their own private issues to work through. And that there is no romantic love between them as of yet. When you get older, falling head over heels becomes a thing of the past for most. But the kind of love they feel for each other can be best described as being good friends who know what the other is going through. Wanting to offer a helping shoulder to cry on. And both wanting to be supportive parents for their boys, whom clearly are experiencing their first confusing puppy love for each other. And if more were to come of that… Well, single parents have needs too!

“Mrs. Lovett, I’s assure ya, my intentions are pure! I’s swear I wouldn’t touch a hair on ya body before we’s put on the rings an’ say ‘I do!’ Like a good Christian ought to!”

Deborah giggles, feeling young again as this handsome man so playfully reciprocates her terrible attempts at flirting. Loving the attention Dave bestows upon her. Debby feeling desirable again after such a long time of neglect. After so many wasted years. And she clearly hungers for more. If only her responsible nature would allow her to indulge. To open up completely. Maybe, if it’s Dave… Maybe that would be just fine.

The curvaceous black poodle slowly leans in and takes Dave’s hand into her own, her eyelashes fluttering in the darkness of the ride as all of the spotlights are focused onto the puppet scenes. Providing another layer of intimacy and privacy for the people on the ride.

- “Maybe it’s not my hair I want touched, mister Wagner. Maybe I’m just a sinning girl, but…”

Debby’s voice trails off and for the first time that evening, Dave can feel her resolve crumbling a little. The poodle about to pull back in shame. Abort her flirtatious jokes, afraid of offending the handsome single dad.

Dave squeezes the sweet woman’s hand and smiles at her in the darkness of the ride. Their eyes twinkling in the lights of the puppet scenes which are completely forgotten by either. Their bodies growing warmer as their intense eye contact holds, Dave’s free hand lowering from Debby’s shoulder to cradle her waist delicately. Gently pulling her in closer. Giving her ample opportunity to object. To make her protest known. No such thing follows.

Their lips find each other’s in the darkness of the ride, under the garish heart decorations littering the walls and ceilings of the tunnel of love. Eyes close. Hearts pump fast. A lingering kiss that reminds the both of them of better times. Of the passions they used to feel for a partner.

Slowly, the two canines withdraw and a soft smooch lingers. Dave’s and Debby’s eyes are half-lidded, the heat radiating from their skin and fur. The scent of mild arousal mingling with the feminine perfume and masculine cologne. Debby’s womanhood glistening in excitement while Dave’s glans has fully emerged from his thick sheath.

For a moment, either considers apologising. Starting to speak at the same time before abruptly stopping. Waiting a second, then trying again. Both talking simultaneously once more. Eliciting an elated chuckle out of the both of them.

A tear rolls down Deborah’s cheek and Dave knowingly embraces her shoulders, drawing her against his manly frame as his kind presence soothes her. The young father understanding Debby’s emotions are getting the better of her in the moment. She hasn’t been divorced for that long, after all.

- “I feel so silly. Sorry, Dave. Did I ruin the mood?”
“Nah, Debby. To be honest, I’s be havin’ the same difficulties. No need to explain. I’s be here if ya need me. Yer a beautiful desirable woman. Ain’t no one gunna tell ya otherwise!”

The homely shapely woman chuckles with half a sob, leaning into Dave’s strong frame as he cradles her protectively in his arm. Offering her the quiet comfort she seeks. And Deborah certainly appreciates Dave not putting any pressure on her but simply being there for her.

They sit quietly and enjoy each other for a little while. Watching the puppets and listening to the schmaltzy songs. Realising the ride is gonna be over pretty soon.

- “Jimmy has a crush, Dave. He’s in love.”

The gentle woman’s soft voice nearly whispers, almost as if afraid someone might hear her. Dave grins broadly, nodding.

“Yeah. Ain’t it wonderful? Young love. Matthew really likes ya boy too, Debby. Although, he’s a lil’ afraid of being called gay by Jimmy or his class mates. I’s been trying to undo the damage the past weeks…”

Suddenly, Dave realises Debby is looking at him with a meaningful expression, her eyebrows frowning a little while she wears a meek smile on her lips.

- “Oh, for certain. He loves Matthew, Dave. No denying that. But… I’ve been getting these… vibes from him. His father wasn’t kind to him, Dave. And when another man stepped up and showed him how gentle and sweet a dad could be…”

Dave’s eyebrows rise in shock and surprise. Is Debby really saying what he thinks she is?

“Yer sayin’… Jimmy’s also… With me?”

Deborah smiles meekly, the light at the end of the tunnel indicating the end of their privacy. They’ll have to prepare to step off.

- “I’m saying he may be confusing some feelings. Mixing up different kinds of love, Dave. Just be gentle with him if he comes on too strong, will you? Let him down easy? I’d hate for Jimmy to have his heart broken by the only male role model he looks up to.”

Dave is about to say something more, but he can already see the personnel of the tunnel of love ride help their sons out of their cart and onto the platform in front of them. The bar in their lap clicks and rises up, freeing the two of them. The black poodle squeezes Dave’s thigh knowingly, quickly adding to her statement in a semi-whisper.

- “Sorry to spring this on you, Dave. I thought you realised. We’ll talk more on this later on, yes?”

Dave nods and then puts on a wide smile for the two boys as the two pups wait for them at the platform, both blushing like tomatoes and clearly trying to hide their crotches from view. The personnel of the ride not knowing where to look as well, uncomfortable with two ten-year-old pups having semi-boners out in public. It being obvious what they had been doing on the ride.

Debby ignores the situation and greets the two pups warmly, putting them at ease by stating she had a good time with Dave. She locks her arm with the doberman’s again as Dave just grins and nods along, winking at his son slyly but otherwise just following Deborah’s lead in making sure their boys don’t feel traumatised in public.

As they pass the exit, there are many pictures up on the screens on the wall, and visitors can purchase them for an exuberant fee. Matthew and Jimmy quickly flee the scene of the crime, still blushing crimson, as Deborah stops to look at the monitors.

A picture of Dave and her is up there, sitting in the moving cart. Both deeply engaged in their single kiss. They must have passed the camera pretty early on.

The two smile at each other. Knowing and understanding. The kiss was more a representation of need rather than of romantic love. Two good friends giving in with a person they trust.

And then there’s the picture of their two sons right before theirs…

Deborah’s cheeks flush and even Dave’s change slightly in hue. Right in front of them, both ten-year-old pups are locked heavily in a passionate french kiss. Their tongues swirling around each other’s as Matthew holds Jimmy’s cheeks lovingly for support. Both their eyes closed, unaware of the camera taking their picture. Both are clearly in the throes of passionate love making. And that’s not all. From both pups’s loins stick up two very erect stiffies, shiny in the flash of the camera. With Jimmy’s hand holding Matthew’s firmly, almost as if afraid the other boy’s penis was going to run away.

The ride employee was about to delete the illegal photo, but Dave convinced him to print him a copy first. Citing his responsibility as a parent to talk to his son about his behaviour. Reluctantly, the scrawny guy obliges, printing a copy of both photos.

The four have a blast at the carnival for the remainder of the evening, well into the night as darkness falls. Eating delicious fair food, trying their hand at winning prizes. Riding more rides like the ferris wheel and the wooden rollercoaster. Until eventually both adults tell their kids they need to wrap things up. Much to Matthew and Jimmy’s protest.

Both boys had won a prize for each other. Since it’s Valentine’s Day, a lot of the goodies are love themed, and Matthew had won Jimmy a cheap mood ring with a stone in the shape of a heart. And Jimmy had given Matthew a plushy of a huggy teddy bear. Things neither boy would have even considered doing if not for the supporting presence of their parents, quietly letting them know it’s all okay. That no one is gonna judge them.

Surprisingly, Matthew is nearly in tears. And Jimmy is sniffling too as they walk back to the cars. Holding each other’s hand. Being lovey-dovey in all but name. Exploring their confusing feelings in the safety of their parents. As is often the case with young kids, separating at the end of such an intense evening feels like the end of the world.

Deborah and Dave look on with mixed feelings. There is value in teaching their boys the importance of relativity. Of being able to say goodbye for the night and reconvening at another time. Of the virtue of patience.

But both boys have made such strides in the right direction. Becoming more open about their feelings to each other. Overcoming the dreaded ‘gay’ word and simply being boys figuring things out together. And clipping their wings now, after having allowed them to fly free for an entire evening, would feel counterproductive.

Debby smiles knowingly at Dave and asks him loudly so the boys could clearly hear her.

- “Say, Dave. It would be a shame to let this lovely night end so soon. Would you like to come back to our place for a nightcap? Maybe some streaming and chill?”

Both ten-year-old pups are fighting back their tears, sniffling a little and looking at Dave expectantly as they perk up their ears. Pleadingly. Holding each other’s hands tightly. Damn. How could a father refuse?

Dave smiles back at Debby, speaking equally loudly.

“Sure, Debby. That sounds wonderful. Can the boys ride with ya? Couldn’ separate them with a crowbar right now, I think.”
- “Absolutely, Dave. You boys okay with coming back to our place for a little bit?”

The two pups can’t get into Deborah’s car fast enough, bouncing in happiness as their dreaded separation is staved off for at least a few more hours. The two parents wink at each other and get into their respective vehicles, with Dave following the poodle woman’s closely as they drive to her home.

Matthew’s description of Deborah’s house had been accurate. A lovely two-story home in a peaceful cul-de-sac at the edge of a wooded area. The type of neighbourhood with white picket fences and where everyone knows everyone. The type of place where people look upon people like Dave with argus eyes and distrust. Not Debby, though.

The home is very cosy and lovely decorated inside, a little messy which the black poodle excuses herself for, but Dave jovially waves away her words. A house is only a home once it’s lived in, thoroughly.

Matthew and Jimmy jump into the lazy boy next to the comfortable couch, squeezing themselves close together as they grab the remote and are vividly discussing what show to watch. They hadn’t pulled on any pants, remaining bottomless for the entire car ride, and neither Debby nor Dave is obligating them to get dressed. Both parents just letting the boys be themselves while looking on with tender awe.

Snacks are put onto the coffee table and Debby hands Dave a glass of wine while pouring herself one as well. She nearly sits down with a polite small distance away from the doberman, but Dave’s hand is quick, reaching around the surprised black poodle woman’s curvaceous waist and drawing her up next to him as she lowers herself to the couch.

Both adults look into each other’s eyes, spotting the twinkle in them before raising their glasses and clinking them together. Taking a sip with mischievous intent.

The sounds of the television are lost in the background as Dave’s fingers gently give Debby’s side a squeeze, tenderly holding her as he further invites the sweet woman to lay against him. An invitation Deborah doesn’t hesitate to accept. The black poodle nestles herself snuggly in the brown doberman’s strong arms, unable to withhold a soft sigh. It is clear she has missed affection, both in body and soul. And Dave is sure that she knows he’s in the same boat as he lovingly caresses Debby’s side.

From the corner of his eye, Dave can see the two pups in the lazy boy chair try not to look over to their parents too obviously. Following their lead, the pups have nestled themselves comfortably into each other’s embrace, arms and legs intertwined as they mesh together chaotically yet beautifully. It seems that, in their young minds, whatever their mom and dad do with each other should be okay for them to do as well. That Dave nor Debby would judge them for it. Monkey see, monkey do. Kind of adorable.

Dave gently prods Deborah and subtly nudges her to take a look. The black poodle woman does so and her smile widens as she regards her son with Matthew fondly. The woman softly cooing, Dave leans down and whispers into her fluffy ear.

“Cute, eh? It seems they’re taking our lead.”
- “Adorable. They’re so cute together. My hus— Ex-husband, would have a fit.”
“He’s not here, Debby. An’ he dun’ matter. All that matters right now is our boys’s happiness. An’ ours.”

Deborah lowers her glass of wine a little as she lies comfortably against Dave, her beautiful womanly form tenderly cradled by her good friend. She looks into Dave’s eyes and smiles coyly, a soft blush appearing through her black fur. Subconsciously, Deborah grinds her hips together a little, her pants clearly constricting her as she tries to find relief for the ache in her loins and her heart. The doberman’s jeans grow tighter as well, his fingers slowly moving over to her stomach as if seeking permission to hold her more intimately. The handsome male finding no objection whatsoever.

Dave’s voice is deep and husky, and he gently holds Debby’s chin with his free hand, slowly approaching her lips once more today as his half-lidded eyes lock with hers.

“Ya deserve happiness, Debby. Yer a beautiful woman an’ a wonderful mom. An’ Jimmy deserves to see that. Know that. An’ realise what kindness in a loving relationship looks like.”

Their lips softly touch, plucking at each other for the briefest of moments. Deborah’s eyes slowly drift shut before halfway opening again, lightheaded by the tender attention the handsome canine man is bestowing upon her. Her thick thighs slowly shifting, grinding against each other for just a moment as her heart flutters and the fire within her loins ignites. Tickling her something fierce. All the while trying to keep her composure and decency in front of the kids. Her voice is a whisper, barely audible over the background noise of the television.

- “Dave… It’s been so long… But I don’t know if I’m ready for another relationship…”

The brown doberman smiles sweetly, softly caressing Debby’s stomach through her blouse while his fingers tenderly but playfully creep upward toward her full bosom. Dave allowing for plenty of time for the poodle to object.

“No need for commitments, Debby. We’s good friends. I ain’t judgin’. But if ya want… If this feels right… I’m here for ya.”

A shudder runs through Deborah’s body, which Dave can feel clearly. It elicits a sense of primordial male pride in him. To be able to woo a desirable lady. To make her feel comfortable with him. To soothe the hurt she’s still feeling, and his own.

Debby puts her glass onto the coffee table and nearly purrs as she nestles herself closer into Dave’s embrace. Her slender feminine fingers take his strong manly ones and gently direct them to cup her breast through her blouse. Their eyes lock onto each other again. Communicating without further words needing to be spoken. Of deep need for connection and understanding. And acceptance maybe most of all.

The brown doberman’s muscular arms enclose around Debby’s soft form, both their eyes closing as their lips find each other again. Their mouths opening for the first time to each other and allowing their tongues to tentatively court one another before submitting to their desires. Dave’s hand gently squeezes Debby’s bosom through the fabric of her clothes, his black jeans growing tighter by the second as both adults lose themselves in their passionate kiss.

The black poodle woman is in deep need, her hands running all over Dave’s chest as she too kneads his firm pecs in cautious exploration. Admiring the doberman’s fit athletic form. His ruggedly handsome bad boy exterior. She’s so lost in the sauce that Deborah doesn’t remember her son is in the same room for a minute, quietly sitting in the comfortable chair just a few feet away.

When she finally does, she gasps out into Dave’s muzzle and draws back with a deeply crimson blush, her eyes about to dart over to her son but Dave gently intercepts her gaze as he cradles her cheek with his tender hand.

“It’s okay, Debby. Jimmy’s watchin’ his mom being loved for the first time in a very long time. It’s okay to show him relationships can be tender. To correct the wrongs his dad did to ya both. To lead by example. We’s can take it as slow as ya like. Whatever ya think is appropriate to show him. I’m here for ya. Both.”

Deborah blushes deeply, her hand gently taking hold of Dave’s cradling her cheek.

- “Dave… I…”

The hand on her cheek then relinquishes its hold, allowing the hesitating woman to turn and look at her son. Matthew and Jimmy are no longer pretending to be blind to the affections their parents are bestowing upon each other on the other couch. Both adorable ten-year-old pups, a silver Labrador-doberman mix and a dachshund, are still intertwined completely as they’re snuggled up all cosily. However, their small paws rest in each other’s lap, quickly withdrawing as they notice Debby looking at them. Both muzzles turning crimson and their ears drooping as if scolded fiercely for touching each other so intimately. So inappropriately for their age, as most parents would say. Their adorable little cocklets are fully extended from their sheaths and twitching in frustration when their caresses on each other’s small childish members stop.

When no chastising follows, both boys look a little surprised and inquisitive, closely observing Deborah as they’re unsure of what exactly they’re allowed to do and not do. The black poodle female is clearly mulling things over in her head, still grinding her thighs together as a damp spot slowly materialises in the fabric covering her crotch.

- “Dave. I’m a little warm. Let’s… Let’s take off our pants, shall we?“

Dave’s little stub of a tail wags into the back of the couch, the brown doberman rewarding Deborah for her bravery with another longing kiss. He can feel her slender feminine hand briefly rest upon the bulge in his jeans, giving the male a teasing squeeze before withdrawing. Eliciting an excited throb.

Deborah is a little buzzed, drunk on longing and Dave’s sweet attention. The male canine can see the reasoning going on in her mind while she fumbles with her zipper, the very same process he’d gone through a few days ago. He meant it when he said that they can lead by example as far as she’s comfortable with, he wouldn’t push her. And Dave thinks she knows that. Trusts him to remain the gentleman he’s proven himself to be so far. To respect her boundaries and let her take the same thoughtful steps he did, one by one. Hand in hand.

Matthew and Jimmy are watching on breathlessly as both adults shed their pants and their inhibitions, the overwhelming scent of feminine heat and male arousal rolling through the room from Dave and Debby like a tidal wave. Crashing into the nostrils of the cute little ten-year-old preteens, causing their small boners to be reinvigorated in assurance of their mom and dad’s approval. After all, if the adults can do it, why wouldn’t they be able to?

Slowly, their little hands reach back down into each other’s laps and eagerly encircle the other’s cocklet. Giving each other a gentle squeeze as both boys clumsily masturbate while watching their parents get naked. Matthew knows what his dad looks like naked, and he’s watching. But his attention is more focused on Jimmy as the adorable silver Labrador-doberman pup pecks soft little smooches into his best friend’s neck. Like he’s seen his daddy do with mrs. Debby. Jimmy on the other hand is briefly distracted from his best friend’s fondles, absentmindedly milking Matthew’s shaft while his eyes are firmly upon Dave’s impressive erection as it flops out from his open fly. Clearly desiring to be allowed to touch it too, yet even at his tender young age he seems to understand that this would not be the right moment to ask. That Dave’s lustful loving attentions are all for his mom tonight.

Deborah coos sweetly as Dave draws her up onto his lap with his strong hands, grasping the black poodle woman’s curvy stomach and gently grinding her heated sex down upon the thickness of his shaft. Sweetly guiding her hips to slide Debby’s wet slit up and down along the length of his virile throbbing member. Greasing up his throbbing humanoid cock for what is to come.

Ensuring both pups can see clearly without obstruction, Dave worms his hands underneath her blouse and gently cups Debby’s firm breasts, squeezing them lightly and pinching her nipples which elicits a deeply needy moan from the grown woman’s lips. The brown doberman lifts up the garment and reveals Deborah’s bra, which he expertly unhooks from her back before the last piece of clothing falls away from the black poodle’s naked body. Revealing her in her entirety to their children.

- “Oh, Dave! You’re so… much bigger than Stan ever was! I don’t know if… I may be too…”

Dave smothers Deborah’s words of doubt by lightly biting her neck, drawing out lustful coos of pleasure instead while he gently fondles her heavy breasts. Weighing them in the palms of his hands, cupping them and squeezing playfully, rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive nubs and areolae of her large nipples. Subtly demonstrating to their cubs the importance of foreplay. Of loving attention to your partner. A jolt of pride making the male’s penis flex up and grind into Deborah’s heated womanhood when Matthew follows his father’s example, experimentally starting to play with Jimmy’s tiny boy nipples. Making his young friend yip out in pleasurable surprise.

“Whatever ya feel comfortable with showin’ to our boys, Debby. Yer a wonderful, brave woman! May I?”

The brown doberman slides Debby up a notch, until her swollen pussy lips embrace the fat head of Dave’s humanoid penis. Engulfing the sensitive glans in their heat, like a warm wet embrace. But what Dave is actually gunning for is the curvaceous lady’s ample bosom, licking his chops and looking up with a mischievous playful smirk into Debby’s eyes as he asks permission. The heat of his warm wet breath washing over her sensitive areolae, which makes Deborah grind down onto Dave’s cock subconsciously, a sticky slick smooch between cock head and her spread opening the natural result.

- “Oh, Dave. Yes! By all means, yes!”

Deborah throws her head into her neck as Dave’s lips strongly suck themselves tight against her heavy tit, the black poodle’s golden hoop ear rings glittering in the soft light of the television. Whatever show is on has been muted by the boys, and they’ve lost interest completely for anything that isn’t happening on either couch.

The adult canine male closes his eyes as he hums contentedly, tasting the flavour of the skin of Deborah’s feminine breast and nipple. Turning himself and the woman on his lap a little so their two ten-year-old boys have an unobstructed view. Learning by their parents showing what a respectful loving relationship looks like. Hopefully undoing the damage Jimmy’s dad has done to the boy’s perception of love in the past.

Both boys now watch on breathlessly, their small hands swiftly running up and down over each other’s small boyish shafts as they mutually masturbate in unison. Even from the couch, Dave’s docked triangular pointy ear twitches when he picks up the soft voice of his son. The pup trying to whisper while kissing his boy crush along the cheek and neck as well now, tentatively flicking Jimmy’s tiny nipple.

“Jimmy… Can I try that too? What my dad is doing to your mom?”
- “What? Like, sucking my nipple? Isn’t that what boys do to girls?”
“I think boys can do it to boys too. We have nipples too, right?”
- “Oh. True. Okay, then. If you want to.”

It’s charming and sweet, the innocent logic of two inexperienced little boys clearly in love with each other and trying to skirt the stamp of what constitutes as ‘gay’ by their peers. Dave’s broad tongue wetly swirls around Deborah’s swelling nipples, one after the other as he switches breast to keep them both nice and slick and warm with his mouth. His eyes roll up to find Debby beaming down radiantly, smiling like an angel as she embraces the handsome male’s thick muscular neck. Her puffy poodle ear is twitching, indicating she’s paying attention to what their boys are saying and doing too. Her heated womanhood squeezing around the thickness of Dave’s erection as her slit is snuggly seated on top of its length.

- “I can’t believe we’re doing this, Dave. We’re having sex in front of our little boys. Are we bad parents?”

Dave slowly releases Debby’s sensitive nub from his lips, giving the small teat a cheeky little nibble, which draws out a surprised moan.

“Nah, Debby. Lotsa boys experiment with each other. An’ get hurt by bigoted or inexperienced parents. We’s showin’ them we understand. An’ that there’s no need to keep secrets from us. That we love them. Unconditionally.”

Deborah moans as she slowly grinds back and forth along Dave’s length, her black breasts with the beautifully dark rosy areolae lovingly licked and nibbled on by the doberman as his hands firmly take hold of her plump booty cheeks. Her fluffy poodle tail wagging with restrained excitement as Debby still upholds a smidge of decorum. Seemingly not allowing herself to be as wild and boisterous as the teenager inside of her. Slowly titillating Dave further and further, the firm head of his penis pressed into his own abdomen as the glans is shiny with his own oozing precum and Debby’s womanly juices of arousal. The male canine’s loins aching to sink inside of her inviting warmth. Cutting Dave’s breath short as he slowly grinds up into her swollen sex, rubbing the skin of his warm shaft against her excited little pleasure pearl. The little bean swollen and throbbing in anticipation.

- “What?! Ew! No way!”

Both adults jerk their head into the direction of their kids in alarm, vigilant for any signs of discomfort from either of them, and that sure as hell was one.

Matthew’s ears droop deeply, still intertwined with Jimmy’s body as the latter looks at his friend in disbelief. It seems Dave’s son suggested something that Jimmy found distasteful.

“What’s wrong, kiddos? Sum’thin’ the matter?”

Dave keeps his voice inquisitive and light, trying to put both the boys and Deborah on his lap at ease. Continuing to gently squeeze and caress her plump bottom while looking expectantly over at his son playing with his best friend.

- “I wanted to… try stuff, but Matthew says you have to prepare! With your tongue! Ew!”

Debby’s body relaxes again, sighing a breath of relief as she smiles over at her little boy’s incredulous expression. She seems to realise what Jimmy had suggested just as much as Dave does, and what Matthew’s answer to it entailed.

“But it’s true! Isn’t it, daddy? If you wanna put your penis in someone, you need to lick them first. Right?”

Dave notices the subconscious subtle throb of Debby’s pussy as the swollen lips squeeze the circumference of his shaft’s thickness tightly for a moment. She’s enjoying this. And she’s aroused by the sexual exploration of their cubs! And this in turn encourages Dave. He knows he and her are on the same wavelength. It’s going to be just fine.

For a moment, there is no response and the silence is only broken by the shuffling of fur against fabric, followed by a surprised shriek as Debby is suddenly lain down onto the couch with her legs splayed wide open. Dave chuckles as he offers both boys an unobstructed view of the grown woman’s slick heated sex, patting the space next to her on the couch invitingly.

“That’s right, sweetheart. With yer fingers or yer tongue, both works. But yer tongue can be so much more fun. Which one of ya wants to put his penis inside the other?”

Both boys blush fiercely, steam nearly coming out of their ears as two small hands rise up in the air. Dave’s chest swells in pride, knowing his son at least wants to top his friend too. Atta boy!

“Okay, then. Who suggested it first?”

Jimmy’s little hand remains in the air while Matthew’s slowly lowers, his ears drooping a little as if having lost a pop quiz. Dave has to chuckle. He’s sure Matthew’s gonna love what is to come next, undoubtedly putting a smile back on his son’s adorable face.

“Alright. Matthew, come ‘ere, sweetheart. Daddy’ll show ya two what to do.”

Matthew doesn’t hesitate, smiling at Jimmy and taking his best friend’s hand as he guides the dachshund over to the couch and his mom. Debby’s pussy gives a throb and a wink as she observes Matthew being so sweet to her son, but her brow furrows in worry.

- “Ah. Dave. Are you sure this is a good idea? This may be going a little fast…”

Dave leans down over Debby’s curvy feminine body and gently kisses her while his hand smoothly lowers to her sopping loins, holding her plump pussy securely in his palm while circling his thumb all over and around the poodle’s swollen clitoris.

“No worries, Debby. Ya see sumthin’ goin’ too far for comfort, jus’ let us know. We’s jus’ demonstratin’, okay?”

The doberman’s soft caresses on her heated vulva make the curvaceous woman coo in ecstasy, a shudder rippling through her body at the first touch by another man in so long. She nods lightheadedly, smiling dreamily at her son and reassuring him everything is fine.

- “Come here, pumpkin. Listen to what mister Wagner has to say. We can stop anytime you want, understand? Mommy loves you, sweetie.”
“Okay! Love you too, mommy.”

At Dave’s direction, Matthew lies down on the couch next to Debby, both their asses hanging off the edge and splaying open their legs for both the doberman and the dachshund pup to see. Undoubtedly, Jimmy has seen his mother naked, but never in a position this lewd and exposed. If Dave gauges the boy right, he can see that Jimmy’s staring is just out of curiosity and not desire. The boy giving off no signs that he likes girls or pussies. At least, not right now.

Dave and Jimmy kneel down before their respective partners, the adult canine moving the coffee table back to create some space on the comfortable fluffy carpet for their knees. Debby holds her own legs open by hooking her hands underneath her own knees, her winking pussy excitedly blushing as deeply as her face. The woman clearly aroused by being exposed so intimately to her son, and her friend and his son.

The grown male can see Jimmy unabashedly staring at his thick manly cock flexing from his sheath, oozing and dripping precum like a broken faucet as the situation is beyond erotic. Dave flexes his large member demonstratively and playfully for the little boy, startling Jimmy out of his trance and making the black and brown dachshund pup giggle in response. The muscular male then leans in close to the quivering vulva in front of him, softly pressing a kiss on top of the swollen slit which causes Debby’s whole body to shudder in ecstasy.

“When ya want to play sex games, Jimmy, ya need to use lots of lubrication. Ya can use spit like we’s gunna, but lube is better overall. Spit is much more fun in my opinion, though!”

The brown tattooed doberman winks at the ten-year-old pup and holds eye contact with the boy as his tongue darts out over Deborah’s trembling pussy, the mother moaning openly sluttily as soon as Dave’s experienced tongue touches her. The slimy muscular organ expertly traces all over and around the distended lips of the woman’s vulva, sucking each one inside his muzzle to draw out another lewd moan from the black poodle, before slowly and gently worming his tongue deeply inside the vaginal opening.

Both preteen boys look on breathlessly, eyes open wide and cocklets throbbing aggressively at the first sight of adult sex either has seen in their young lives. Dave is putting on a show for them, intent on making Deborah cry out his name in orgasm before the night is over. Showing both boys what a healthy sexual relationship looks like.

The canine’s broad tongue worms and slithers around inside Debby’s cunt as if the man’s life depended on it, sucking his muzzle vacuum onto the blushing wet slit and grabbing her chubby cheeks for support. Slurping loudly and lewdly, sloppily leaking his spit and her pussy juices from his chin, down between her plump booty cheeks onto the couch. His thick adult cock is flexing and jerking up and down something fierce, producing thick beads of clear masculine precum before the pearls roll down his fat shaft and onto his heavy swinging balls.

Jimmy is entranced by the sight, his small hand gripping his cocklet tightly and squeezing for dear life when he’s suddenly startled awake from his reveries. A small delicate hand grabbed the boy’s wrist, and Matthew looks up sweetly and meekly at his best friend. Pleadingly, even, as the pup spreads small legs wide and exposes his ten-year-old virginal winking pucker at the boy.

“Can you do me too now, Jimmy? Like my dad is doing to your mom? Please?”

As if in a trance, the little dachshund boy just nods and kneels next to Dave between the legs of the masculine male’s son. His eyes not so much transfixed on Dave slobbering his mother’s pussy, but more on the bobbing fat cock betwixt the ruggedly handsome adult male’s thighs.

- “Did you… did you shower today, Matthew?”

Good question, Jimmy. And the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. Dave and Matthew had showered together before making their way over to the carnival.

Matthew nods submissively, whimpering in need as he raises his small bottom up to show off his pink winking opening. The dark rosy hole directly above the boy’s tail and underneath his cute little balls is rapidly opening and contracting in anticipation. Maybe Dave spoiled Matthew’s expectations, delivering such a powerful dry orgasm before when rimming his boy. Jimmy couldn’t possibly live up to the adult male’s skills, but Dave hopes the fact that it would be his best friend doing the deed would push Matthew over the edge just as easily.

The ten-year-old dachshund preteen leans in and presses his nose against the clean virginal opening of his best buddy, sniffing and smelling nothing foul before giving in and lapping his small tongue at the tight opening tentatively.

The small silver Labrador-doberman pup is in heaven! Matthew’s eyes roll back into his skull and the boy coos out in cute but lewd childish moans, holding up his legs as he nearly folds himself double for his friend to get the best possible angle.

Debby is quietly moaning and crying out too next to her friend’s son on the couch, not wanting to disturb the boys’s moment with her own pleasure. But it seems difficult, though, as the horny black poodle woman bites her lip and holds Dave’s head by his ears. Guiding the rhythm of his deep licks, grinding her sopping womanhood into his muzzle as if intending to swallow Dave’s head whole.

The woman observes her son’s expressions closely, watching the boy morph from mild disgust into a near immediate look of surprise, and then Jimmy closing his eyes as he follows Dave’s lead and starts getting more into it. Worming his tongue up his best friend’s bum and enjoying the squeeze Matthew puts around it. Never could the pup have imagined performing such a deed, his little humanoid cocklet twitching fiercely as it sticks up from his small sheath. Every grateful little hum and moan from the boy like music to both adult’s ears.

Contrary to what Dave expected, Debby actually makes the first move across to the other side, breaking the invisible wall that separated their act from demonstration to participation. An unexpected but very welcome surprise. The doberman exhilarated by the fact that Debby too wishes not to only show their boys what true love looks like, but also wishes to have a more active role in their young sex lives. Whatever that may look like since both boys seem very uninterested in women. Dave’s sure Deborah would respect their boundaries, though.

- “Here, pumpkin. Lay against me. That’s much softer, isn’t it?”

Matthew is startled when Debby gently lifts him halfway up from the couch and lays the boy down onto and against her, offering her ample bosom as a soft pillow for the preteen pup. The Labrador-doberman mix looks up at her warm motherly smile and can’t help but smile back, cuddling into Debby’s soft womanly body. No trace of sexual desire whatsoever, just happiness and love from a mother figure. Something even Dave can’t substitute for his boy, even though he would have if he could.

The doberman smiles up at his son as he lifts from Deborah’s loins, his whole muzzle wet with arousal and saliva as it draws into a wide grin.

“Attaboy, son. Love ya, sweetheart.”

Matthew moans as he’s still being eaten out clumsily by his best friend, Jimmy completely oblivious to what had just transpired as the pup is fixated on the other boy’s tail hole.

- “Love you too, daddy. Ngh. When… Can Jimmy put his penis inside me now, daddy?”

Dave and Debby both chuckle wistfully. There is some small part inside the doberman that would have preferred his son to be the top in the relationship, at least for both boys’s first time, but he knows that’s just his upbringing talking. That a man needs to be strong and macho at all times, and certainly never take it up the tail hole.

“I’s think Jimmy’s been doin’ a good job, kiddo. Can daddy check?”

Matthew eagerly nods, clutching Debby’s arm as she embraces the pup against her supple feminine form. Though, she had been the first to break the barrier between demonstration and participation, Dave is still a little wary of crossing any lines. His eyes seeking hers but finding nothing but dreaminess and support. A smile Dave’s reward as Debby’s free hand reaches down to substitute for the absence of his muzzle feasting on her slit.

Dave gently pats Jimmy on the shoulder, breaking the boy’s little trance as the dachshund perks up with an equally sloppy wet snout. Eliciting a deeply needful moan from his mother’s lips as Deborah clutches Matthew’s naked body a little tighter against hers, and her breast. Dave’s hand lovingly takes hold of his son’s butt cheek, offering the giggling little boy a squeeze before extending the tip of his index finger toward the slightly gaping open boy hole.

“Nicely done, Jimmy. Matthew enjoyed that lots! Let’s see if he’s nice an’ ready, eh?”

Jimmy nods breathlessly, his small paws continuing to jerk his little willy fiercely as his eyes are glued onto Dave’s finger slowly applying pressure to his son’s slick and hot tiny button. Slipping inside without any effort, drawing forth a lewd childish coo from the pup as Debby hugs Matthew tightly to her warm breasts.

- “Ah! Daddy… It itches, daddy.”

Dave chuckles and gently starts worming his finger around inside his son’s anus, the tight opening nice and loosened up from the boy’s best friend’s tongue. The adult male’s fingertip tickling the hard little bump that constitutes his son’s prostate, making the pup moan out far more sluttily than one would expect from a ten-year-old.

“Like this, baby? Does daddy’s finger feel good for ya?”

Another moan fills the air, this time originating from Debby. The black poodle woman grunts while she clenches her thighs over her own diddling fingers, her digits sopping deeply inside of her wet slit swelling further in the sheer arousal of the moment. Apparently hearing Dave talking dirty to his son, cooing at the boy with sexy sex talk ignites the fires in her loins. Causing her to cry out in a series of delicious mini orgasms.

Matthew simply nods, wriggling against the spasming adult woman in her embrace and shaking his trembling bottom around in needy childish arousal. The boy’s tail wagging sluggishly from sheer overwhelming pleasure.

- “Yes! Daddy! Ngh. Right there… That spot. What is that, daddy?”

Dave is about to explain when he too flinches, nearly jumping when he can feel a small hand cup his bobbing cock head from underneath and lifting up the heavy tip as Jimmy’s small palm weighs its heft. The boy whimpers equally needy like his best friend on the couch, just for different reasons. The small fingers on the ten-year-old pup’s hand kneading and squeezing Dave’s fat mushroom head, drawing forth copious amounts of sticky delicious beads of precum. A lone digit even venturing to tap at the opening of Dave’s meatus, experimentally rubbing into the cock slit and nearly gaining purchase, much to the doberman’s kinky delight.

“Ah! T-that’s… That’s yer pleasure button, sweetheart. It feels really good when ya touch it. With a finger or a penis, whichever ya like.”

The brown doberman pulls back and leans upright on his knees, presenting his unobstructed penis fully for Jimmy to play with to the boy’s satisfaction. His eye darts to Debby, gauging her reaction, but once again the virile male is pleasantly surprised to see the boy’s mother simply increasing the ferocity with which she’s frigging her wet sloppy pussy. Grunting out as she observes her son playing with an adult male’s penis, weighing the fat mushroom head in the both of his little palms reverently. Almost in worship.

Matthew whines as his tiny tail hole is now vacant, looking up at his daddy with a slightly betrayed expression as the virile male steals away his best friend’s attention. Dave offers his son a soothing hush, lifting up his hand to indicate Matthew needs to practice patience. Jimmy has made a lot of strides today, just like Matthew had in the past weeks, and a reward just seems fitting. The silver Labrador-doberman boy whines a little and buries his head into Debby’s large soft breasts, very much to the horny woman’s delight. Cooing out at the unexpected touch.

Dave chuckles as Matthew looks on with slight jealousy, occasionally whimpering while his best friend is fondling his daddy’s ample manhood. The ten-year-old dachshund is enthralled, stars in his eyes as his small paws explore every inch of Dave’s cock, sheath, and balls. Sliding over the slick skin of the shaft covered in a sheen of manly arousal, squeezing the shiny wet glans and opening up the thick meatus so the boy can look inside. Weighing Dave’s balls which feel very heavy as they churn in the pup’s palms in delight. And although briefly startled, flinching when Matthew’s small fingers slide underneath his balls and between his muscular thighs, the doberman allows the boy to briefly feel up his hidden tail hole.

“Havin’ fun, kiddo? Wanna have even more fun? Matthew’s been waiting for ya, ya lil’ stud!”

Jimmy blushes and grins from ear to ear. Being called a little stud by the only adult male he’s ever looked up to stroking his preteen ego something fierce. He presents his aggressively throbbing humanoid cocklet sticking out of his sheath for both his mommy and Dave to see, Debby’s glossy eyes glazing over even more as she digs her fingers deeper inside her snatch.

- “Uhu! Is it really okay? Boys playing with boys, I mean? Mister Dave?”

Dave smiles and nods confidently, scooting up behind the little boy and gently taking hold of the pup’s small penis. Making Jimmy flinch and coo, his words becoming a blubbering mess.

“Of course, bud. Whether ya like girls or boys, fun is fun. An’ love is love. Dun’ let anyone tell ya otherwise, Jimmy. Do what makes ya happy!”

A string of unintelligible gibberish is moaned from Jimmy’s lips, the boy leaning back into Dave as the man’s thick penis slips smoothly up and down between the boy’s buns. Hotdogging the ten-year-old pup. Dave is getting a little suspicious that Jimmy wants the man to spread the boy wide and fuck him as well. But that’s a bridge to cross another day.

With a steady fatherly hand, Dave guides the little boy’s throbbing penis in between his own son’s legs, gently rubbing the sensitive tip up and down the spit-slicked tail hole of his own flesh and blood.

Only the most minute of pushes is required. A gasp and a moan. A twitch and a squeeze. Dave coats the base of Jimmy’s tail with a spontaneous spurt of precum, his hand savouring the contact between one boy’s clenching anus while the other pup’s throbbing cocklet sinks inside. The grown man’s fingers soon trapped between his son’s soft cheeks and Jimmy’s tight tummy.

Needing no further encouragement, biological instinct takes over and Jimmy thrusts his immature hips back and forth into his best friend’s backside like a jackhammer. Matthew is squealing in sheer delight, his adorable floppy ears bouncing back and forth against Debby’s ample bosom as he holds onto her protectively embracing arm tightly. The sheer erotic pleasure and stars in his son’s eyes make Dave’s heart melt. A dream of his baby boy is finally coming true. Jimmy, the boy he likes and his best friend in the entire world, is balls deep inside his cute little tush. Something that would never have been possible without his daddy’s help. Or Debby’s understanding.

- “Oh! Ah! Jimmy! Oh, Jimmy! I… I…”

Dave has withdrawn his hands but is still pressing into Jimmy’s backside, grabbing his angrily pulsing cock as he feels one of the most explosive earth-shattering nuts of his life approaching. His son, Matthew, who he loves more than anything in this world, is squealing loudly in overwhelming pleasure and delight. Tears rolling down the pup’s cheeks out of sheer happiness, the boy’s small arms reaching out to the other ten-year-old and dragging him down into a tight embrace. All the while Jimmy’s body thrusts into the exquisitely slick tight hole of his best friend, the ten-year-old preteen equally crying out in immense joy and happiness.

The two preteen boys are slobbering onto each other’s muzzles clumsily and aggressively, making out wildly as Matthew tries to tell his best friend how he really feels. High on childish pleasure and adrenaline, the pup finally spits it out, to the awe of both Deborah and Dave whom are furiously masturbating. Both on the precipice of one of the most earth-shattering orgasms of their lives.

- “Jimmy! I love you, Jimmy! I want you to be my Valentine’s, Jimmy! I want… I want you to be mine!”

A powerful spurt of thick creamy musky male semen erupts from Dave’s cock as he squeezes his shaft as if his life depends on it. The first jet misses the base of Jimmy’s cute dachshund tail by a hair, spraying all over the boy’s back and over his shoulder, right onto Matthew’s spasming body.

By the looks of it, Matthew locks up in the throes of the most powerful climax of his young life, clenching his tail hole shut so tightly around Jimmy’s cocklet that the ten-year-old dachshund howls out in immense pleasure. Both their cocklets spasm and twitch fiercely, desperately trying to draw forth any kind of moisture from their small balls but failing to do so due to their young ages. Not that that fact lessens any of the mind-shattering pleasure the two cubs are experiencing, both panting out inside each other’s mouths as they convulse and grip onto one another tightly. Seizing up, locking into this tight and highly sexual dance, their small young balls drawing up tight against their bodies as their tail holes wink in ecstasy.

Debby’s fingers dip deeply inside of her sloppy open cunt, her pussy lips winking profusely as if trying to swallow her hands whole. A powerful feminine squirt of her own love juices jets out from between her thighs and decorates the carpet below, her eyes rolling up in her skull and her tongue lolling out lewdly as she grunts and pants in ecstasy. The sight of her son, her precious little boy, in the throes of such blissful youthful happiness… She came spontaneously, just like Dave.

Dave’s next powerful spurt splashes wildly against Jimmy’s winking hole, the boy yipping inside Matthew’s mouth in startled surprise as no doubt the tiny opening has swallowed a gulp or two of the virile male’s potent sperm. The pup’s entire backside decorated in a layer of white sticky cum, the goo slowly seeping down between Jimmy’s legs.

The doberman’s heart is pounding in his chest, the adult canine nearly delirious of how much pleasure a single orgasm could wreak upon his experienced male form. A bliss this powerful and exquisite… It has been since he still had Olivia. A good omen, indeed.

Slowly, arousal is starting to slow down. The living room reeks of sex and the coach is positively soaked in Debby and Dave’s bodily fluids. The black poodle is still lightheaded as she slowly rises, sitting up against the backrest and still cradling an adorably panting Matthew as she observes the mess they made.

- “Oh, bother. Welp. I’m not cleaning up this mess tonight.”

Dave saunters over into the woman’s lap, his meaty cock still oozing up pearls of cum, causing the fat sensitive mushroom head to place a sticky kiss in between Debby’s plump swollen pussy lips.

“S-sorry about that, Debs. I’ll help ya.”

The black poodle looks down upon Dave with a dreamy gaze, gently laying the father’s head onto her chest, right next to his son’s. All three males look like they’re on the verge of collapsing into dreamland, and Deborah isn’t far behind.

- “Thank you, Dave. Jimmy… Jimmy and I, we both needed this. Why don’t you two stay the night? Then, we can discuss this in the morning.”

Dave looks up at Debby. Her voice didn’t indicate any regret, nor accusation. Her eyes are just full of happiness and peace of mind. She’s genuine in her offer.

“Sounds swell, Debs. Want me to take the couch?”

The black poodle chuckles, demonstrating how severely soaked the piece of furniture’s cushions are.

- “I was thinking you could sleep with me in my bed tonight. And I’m sure Matthew and Jimmy wouldn’t mind sharing Jimmy’s bed. Let’s get some rest, handsome.”

Dave gets up and is treated to another sweet smooch on the way, his lips curling into a goofy smile and his eyes half-lidded as he nearly falls asleep. His manhood slowly retreating inside its sheath right in front of a lustfully smirking Deborah.

“Sounds good, beautiful. Ya go ahead. I’ll tuck the boys in.”