Story by Custos
(Original posting 24th of March 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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8. Doberman: Rebels With a Cause

It has been a challenging few weeks. Some that invoked the thrill and mischievous excitement inherent to the teenage years, when you know better but don’t have the impulse control to resist. This basically describes Dave and Deborah in a nutshell while they experienced a second wind in their lives. Not a connection of a romantic nature, but one could easily be mistaken in thinking the doberman and poodle have known each other for their whole lives.

Outings with the kids, movie nights at either of their homes, and a sleepover every weekend of not only between Matthew and Jimmy, but their parents as well. Both Deborah and Dave have missed physical touch, and being able to hold someone with no judgement or strings attached is liberating. Helpful to both their healing processes. The fact that the two have ventured into territory even most progressive parents would hesitate to has fallen largely by the wayside. Dave and Debby seem to be on the same wavelength, and it just doesn’t seem that significant. It was a natural chain of events, borne of affection between and for their children. And nothing more.

The four of them had a serious discussion at the breakfast table the day after Valentine’s, and some ground rules were set. With their sons’ emotional and physical wellbeing paramount, as well as consent. Both canine boys understood that whatever sexuality happens between them and their parents is to be kept inside the home, but that they would be free and greatly encouraged to explore their newfound love for each other wherever they might be.

It had been funny to Dave. Talk about the two kids having sex wouldn’t cause them to bat an eye, make them excited even. But talk about how Matthew and Jimmy kissed and clearly felt huge crushes for each other, and they would droop their ears and whine about it, begging their parents to stop talking. The two can’t spend a moment without the other, even resorting to video calling each other after school during the week, which often results in the two preteens masturbating for each other. Even when Dave or Deborah are sitting on the couch next to them. They’re now that comfortable with their mom and dad.

Dave is home very late, having had to stay at the factory to clean up the newbie’s mess. He’d never seen his boss so angry, the pudgy pug’s rolls having quivered like jello with each yell. The brown doberman had told the new kid to keep his long hair and fingers away from the robotics. Alas. The sight had been very ugly. While everyone else barfed their lungs out, Dave had remained calm and helped calm the boy until the ambulance arrived. Despite his best efforts, the new employee had been his responsibility and under his supervision when this happened. Dave is expecting to be fired in the morning.

The rumbling of the brown doberman’s truck dies down when he parks the vehicle in front of his trailer, the canine briefly leaning over his wheel and resting his head down onto his arms. He’s trying to collect himself. Keep a brave face for his son whom he had called earlier to let him know he’d be home late.

It is only after Dave gets out of his car and walks up to his front door that he sees Matthew is sitting in front of the trailer next to theirs, together with Buck, their retired possum neighbour. The two are playing cards, and not just old-fashioned poker or Go Fish. His full-blood redneck neighbour is holding cards from Matthew’s very nerdy trading card game hobby in his hands, and the two are actually playing what seems to be a very intense round. Snacks and soda decorate the little patio table. Buck has been taking good care of Dave’s boy.

The handsome canine smiles a tired and exhausted smirk. Who’d have thought. Maybe his neighbour isn’t entirely a bigot.

When Matthew notices his daddy he quickly sets down his hand of cards and comes running, arms spread wide. Dave quickly forgets about his fatigue and opens his strong thick arms wide as well, lifting his smiling son upon impact and throwing him up into a tight fatherly embrace. The young father clutches his son lovingly, sighing deeply while taking in the scent of his boy, his little stub tail wagging in sheer happiness.

Buck is just smiling from afar, slowly getting up on his old legs and calmly walking toward the father and son.

“Howdy, David. Yer boy told me ya’d be late and I reckoned he could use sum’ company. Matthew, bless his heart. He has been a real delight. Such a well-behaved smart boy!”

Matthew is blushing while cradled in his father’s arms. Even at ten he’s not afraid to be seen being carried around by his daddy. He’s on top of the world.

- “I showed Mr. Wilson my trading cards, papa! I’m teaching him how to play!”

Dave smiles and finds himself giving no inclination of setting his son down. His arms cradle Matthew tightly and protectively, unwilling to let go of the boy.

“That so? Well, I’ll be! Seems ya CAN teach an ol’ dog some new tricks!”

The brown doberman chuckles a little, and is expecting Buck to make a grand song and dance about being called ‘old’. But the possum is looking at Dave with seriousness in his eyes, and a slight sadness. Sympathy. The old coot seems to know Dave isn’t alright. Damn those perceptive nosy superpowers old people seem to receive after retirement!

- “Ah, well. Sum’times ya need to keep an open mind to new things, eh? Matthew’s lil’ card game ain’t half bad. It was a pleasure tah watch him. Anythin’ ya need, Dave. Anythin’ ya need.”

The last sentences are tacked onto a series of more light statements, trying to obfuscate the offer of help behind some fluff. It both offends Dave’s inherent sense of self-reliance, and paints Buck in a newer more positive light at the same time. Not knowing how to handle the complex reading between the lines, Dave simple offers the elder possum a nod and a hopeful smile.

“Thanks, Buck. I owe ya one.”

Matthew is finally let down and cleans up his cards while Buck clears the little patio table. Dave’s eye wanders meanwhile and almost immediately falls onto his improvised garage tent. It had been a while since he’d taken a drive. Especially together with Matthew. The winter had been cold and wet, and tonight is warm and pleasant.

“Matthew, baby. Daddy feels like going for a drive on the bike. Wanna come along?”

The little doberman-Labrador pup’s eyes grow wide and his little tail starts wagging excitedly, his floppy ears raising in anticipation.

- “Really, daddy? Where are we going?”

The ten-year-old has collected his stuff from mister Wilson and is walking back up to his daddy, Dave leaning against a post of the low fence surrounding Buck’s trailer. The possum looks a little worried and suspiciously at Dave, but the doberman just gives the old coot an encouraging smile. Concerned for their wellbeing or not, Buck doesn’t need to meddle in their affairs. Can’t a dad take his son for a late night drive?

“Jus’ some nice spots outta town. We can stop by Romeo’s Ragin’ Rodeo on the way if ya like, sport.”

Matthew’s flailing legs and limbs are nearly a blur as he races to bring his stuff inside their trailer and to get ready to take a ride on the big boy bike with his daddy. Something he loves to do but which doesn’t happen very often, especially in the winter.

Buck approaches Dave and his hand nearly reaches out to lay onto the doberman’s shoulder, though hesitates to do so and the possum decides not to after seeing the other male’s expression.

- “Look, David. I know we ain’t that close or family, but dagnabbit, I’ve grown fond of ya and yer boy over the years. If yer hurtin’ for money…”

Dave raises his hand to stop Buck’s words in their tracks, causing the old man to swallow them back down real quick. The canine’s smile is unchanged, but his eyes warn his elderly neighbour not to hurt his manly pride.

“—Then I’ll find sum’ more work to do, Buck. I appreciate yer concern and yer care for my boy, but my business is my own. We’re alright for the moment. Alright?”

The possum sighs and lightly shakes his head, taking a step back.

- “Alright, David. If yer sure.”

Matthew’s little tail is wagging a thousand miles an hour when his daddy fastens the helmet onto his son’s head. It has a custom paint job of the Texas Stallions baseball team which one of his daddy’s friends did, while Dave has a pure black one. Both father and son put on some bike goggles as well.

The pup embraces his father’s waist tightly as the adult male revs the engine, skidding his wheels across the gravel of the trailer park pathways as the powerful machine exits onto the main road. Matthew waves a last goodbye to mister Wilson before the two canines vanish into the night. On a school night, no less, like two rebels.

True to his word, Dave stops by Romeo’s Raging Rodeo on the way out of town. Matthew enjoys a nice big milkshake, some chicken nuggets, and an arcade game or two before father and son head out again. And since the RRR is in a bottomless district, the two are free to cruise around without pants on. It is legal to drive from one to the next bottomless, but they’ll have to dress as soon as they stop anywhere in between.

Dave is just wearing his leather jacket, and his motorcycle helmet and goggles, while Matthew wears the latter and a plain t-shirt. The night is fair and warm, and the breeze against their bare fur is a little chilly on the bike but not unpleasant.

Various scenarios play through the adult doberman’s mind. Of his impending dismissal. On how he’s going to mitigate the loss of income. Dave is on the fence about telling Matthew. This should not be the concern of a child. A sweet pup like Matthew should be worried about pop quizzes at school and whether Jimmy likes him or not. Not the terrible weight of adult life. Not yet.

Just as the two fly by the exit of the town, out towards open plains, Dave can suddenly feel his son’s little hands squeeze his bare abs suggestively. As if wanting to notify his daddy of something.

Dave slows down a little and looks back around at his son through his goggles, with many miles of unlit open road stretching out before them. The night sky is full of stars, and the horizon behind them is purple because of the light pollution of the city. There are plateaus in the distance, the silhouettes standing tall like mountains, unmoving against the encroachment of the city. It is peaceful out here. Quiet. Barely any other traffic to speak of.

Before the young dad can ask his son what the matter is, he is immediately brought up to speed when Matthew’s little hands suddenly dip down from his stomach to his loins, grabbing his daddy tightly by his thick sheath and holding on. The naughty little pup is taking advantage of the slower speed to safely readjust the way he holds on to his father.

“Matthew? What are ya doin’, baby cakes?”

The heavy motorcycle slower speeds clear up the winds blasting into their faces, allowing Dave and Matthew to talk clearly albeit a bit loudly.

- “Just playing a little, daddy. Is that okay? No one is around.”

A shudder runs up the handsome brown doberman’s back, his stub tail slowly starting to wag against his son’s taut tummy. He can feel the smooth surface of the ten-year-old’s little penis growing erect inside the cleft of his firm butt cheeks, the tiny erection warm and pulsing while Matthew’s little fingers toy around inside Dave’s slick sheath. The delicate digits tenderly swirl around the head of the canine’s penis inside the warm wet cover, causing Dave’s penis to rapidly plump up and push toward the exit.

For a moment, Dave considers telling his son off. The road is a public place and it is not safe to play games on a motorcycle, sexual or not. But the way his precious little boy cradles his balls and sheath with boyish tenderness and care, while displaying the reckless excitement of an excited child at the same time is intoxicating. Combined with the impending evisceration by the sword of Damocles dangling above his head, Dave throws caution to the wind. Mostly.

Dave softly grinds his firm muscular ass back into his son, squeezing around the tiny erect penis as the little boy is basically hotdogging his daddy while giving him a reach-around on a bike. A chaste kiss is lovingly placed onto his back, through his leather jacket. Fuck it. Anything his baby wants is game tonight.

“Yeah, baby. Jus’ fer tonight, though. We can’t do this with people around, alright?”

Matthew nods, pulling himself as close into his daddy’s back as he possibly can, giving the man he loves and cherishes a tight hug.

- “I know, daddy. I just wanna touch a little. I missed you today.”

Bless his heart.

Dave’s impressive manly penis slowly emerges from his thick sheath while his ten-year-old son plays with it, the bike just calmly cruising along the abandoned road of the desert-like environment while the young father enjoys his son casually molesting him out in public. Matthew is no stranger to his father’s penis anymore, not since a couple of months, and the little boy eagerly plays with the familiar rod that once helped create him.

The pup’s small fingers slide slickly up and down Dave’s shaft, little thumb occasionally circling the head to spread a fresh bead of precum over its surface before gently massaging back down along the length in a milking motion. That firm little nail of the cub is strongly poking into the underside of Dave’s stub tail, making the increasingly lustful man’s heart and loins ignite with desire for his son’s touches. Even at slow speeds, it won’t be safe to drive for much longer.

The motorcycle turns and drives down a sandy trail running up to a bluff. The howls and yips of feral coyotes echo over the prairies, amidst the dulcet chirping of the crickets. Dave’s eyes are fiercely scanning the area in the vicinity. He’s not stupid. Any sign of other people around and he would have taken off again immediately. Luckily, it seems they’re all lone.

Dave parks the bike and gets off languidly, his brown eyes twinkling under the starlit night sky as they make contact with Matthew’s sparkling ones. The pup is leaning with both hands on top of the bike’s saddle, small tail wagging happily and eagerly while his daddy’s seductively takes off his bike helmet. Almost as if he’s performing a very small strip act for his son.

When the helmet and goggles are off and hung from the bike’s handlebar, Dave slyly slides up to his son and gently starts taking off the boy’s protective gear as well while offering the pup a close-up of his loins.

“Naughty boy. Makin’ daddy all hot an’ bothered. What should we do with ya?”

Matthew giggles as his daddy lifts the child-sized motorcycle helmet off of his head, making the boy’s floppy ears bounce happily. Compared to a grown man, the child weighs nothing, and Matthew can easily turn sideways on the bike’s saddle toward his daddy while he leans back and thrusts his small cocklet up towards Dave.

- “I know! I know! Suck my penis, daddy! Teehee.”

Now it is Dave’s turn to chuckle. The handsome virile male looks around one last time before crouching down next to the bike, gently taking his son’s ten-year-old cocklet into his hand and lovingly massaging the small length. Matthew’s beautiful blue eyes immediately fall halfway shut, a coo moaning out from his puppy lips while a shudder runs up his spine.

- “Oh. Daddy…”

Dave hushes his boy and smiles up sweetly, kneading his son’s adorable little penis before leaning down and gently sucking the small length inside his muzzle.

The scent and flavour of innocent boyish charm immediately washes over the doberman’s senses, mixed with a faint fragrance of soap and boyish sweat. He can taste that his son has been brewing on his naughty feelings for a day, the obscurest hint of a developing boy’s first seminal fluid lingering on the inside of Matthew’s sheath as Dave tongues the furry little pocket at the base of his son’s penis. His boy is growing up, and it won’t be long anymore before Matthew will be able to shoot his spurts of watery boyish semen just as manly like his daddy does. But for now, Dave wants his little boy to experience sex as beautifully and innocently like a child does. Carefree. With him.

The brown doberman’s broad wet doggy tongue eagerly curls around the thin shaft of his baby boy’s penis, tickling the tiny bulbous glans which has the shape and texture of a ripe pink cherry. And tastes almost as sweet.

Matthew is squirming around on the bike seat, doubled over onto his father’s head and leaning half his weight on top of Dave’s neck and back while cooing and mumbling incoherently. Invoking his daddy blissfully with each deep suck from the adult’s muzzle around his small shaft, the length of his father’s maw protectively and slickly cradling its precious occupant. Dave’s fingers gently pry themselves underneath Matthew’s soft bottom, digging into the cheeks with a playfully needy squeeze while revealing the tiny pink pucker in between when separating them.

“Yer perfect, baby. Yer beautiful. Yer my sweet lil’ baby boy.”

The wet heat wafting from Dave’s muzzle is intoxicating, making Matthew’s little nail stand firmly against the night sky and flex away powerfully as the loving dad skilfully edges his son along the fringe of a dry orgasm. Expertly dancing away from making his precious boy cum too soon.

- “Ooh, papa. You’re beautiful too, daddy. Even Jimmy says so.”

Dave’s docked ear twitches as stands permanently upright, pointing toward the sky. His cock spews forth a thick dollop of precum down into the sand of the desert trail, incited by his son’s innocent statement.

“That’s sweet of ya, sweetheart. An’ of Jimmy too. Ya love the boy, don’t cha?”

Matthew’s cheeks flush a little deeper crimson, but he quietly nods while he braces against the bike’s saddle. His daddy looking up at him warmly while continuing to gently masturbate his ten-year-old son. Making the pup’s hips buck up against his skilful administrations.

“An’ ya ain’t mad that Jimmy… That Jimmy wants to touch me too?”

Eyes full of stars and trust, Matthew simply shakes his head in denial.

- “No, daddy. Jimmy doesn’t have a nice daddy, but I do. I wanna make Jimmy happy. I can share.”

Dave’s chest puffs out a little, proud of his boy’s sweet nature and mature stance. His boy knows no other could ever replace him. Matthew will always be daddy’s only pride and joy.

“Yer a very sweet boy, baby cakes. Daddy loves ya an’ is very proud of ya.”

The adult male smiles and flicks his son’s little penis again with his tongue, startling the little pup awake from his reveries. Bringing back attention to his needy little nail.

“Want daddy to suck ya ’til ya get the happy tingles, sweetheart? Or do ya wanna suck daddy? Anythin’ else?”

Blushing a light crimson hue once more, Matthew slowly withdraws his little penis from his father’s grip and instead raises his legs up to reveal the adorable tiny pucker underneath his happily wagging tail. Dave can’t help but chuckle when seeing the tiny button between his son’s childish cheeks eagerly wink at him. The adult male is already leaning in when suddenly Matthew’s small paw stops him in his tracks, palm against his daddy’s wet nose.

- “Nooo, daddy! I mean, I want that too. But… I wanna…”

Lying with his lower back on the saddle of the back, Matthew’s cheeks are fiercely colouring now, his adorable little penis jumping in happiness while its master remains flustered.

- “I want you to do what Jimmy did, daddy.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I ain’t followin’. What did Jimmy do?”

- “You know…”

Matthew’s voice lowers to a soft whisper, as if sharing a naughty secret with his daddy. Which is technically true, though it isn’t a secret to the adult canine male.

- “I want your penis in my butt, daddy. Like Jimmy did on Valentine’s Day.”

Dave’s eyes glaze over, staring through his son into endless eternity. Just for a second. His cock spits out another healthy rope of fatherly incestuous precum into the sand next to his bike’s tire.

“Oh… Oh, sweetheart. Daddy is… Daddy is a lil’ bigger than Jimmy is. It would hurt too much, baby…”

- “Can’t we try? We can stop if it hurts, no?”

“I suppose, kiddo. I could jus’ rub on the outside, ya know. That’s nice too.”

- “Please, daddy. I wanna try. Jimmy’s felt good. I want yours to feel good too.”

Dave sighs. His body shudders with anticipation and horny delight. His baby boy wants his daddy inside of him!

“Okay, baby cakes. But Imma stop if it hurts. Come ‘ere, baby.”

The adult doberman strips off his leather jacket, the one that Olivia gave him as a gift once upon a time. He lays it down on a slight incline in the warm soft sand of the prairie. Ready to receive his son. Even now, his late wife and Matthew’s late mother may cradle their son in her warmth. Support him through what is to come.

Dave affectionally cradles Matthew’s paw in his own, letting the boy step off the bike and into his arms. The eagerly wagging blushing pup is seated onto his daddy’s lap, with the bulging sheath of his father pressing up in between his soft little butt cheeks. The cub is the perfect picture of boyish youth and innocence, and of childish eagerness for mischief.

Matthew takes his daddy’s muzzle in his small hands and looks deeply into the older male’s eyes while gently being turned around as Dave’s lap swivels the pup over to his leather jacket in the sand, waiting to receive his willing son.

- “Daddy. Can I have a kiss?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

The doberman leans in and closes his eyes halfway, pressing a soft loving kiss onto his son’s muzzle. Lips to lips. He’s surprised to feel his preteen boy’s little tongue lap over the outside of his mouth.

- “No, daddy! A real kiss!”

“Oh. Of course.”

Heart pounding somewhat louder in his chest, Dave leans forward once more to kiss his ten-year-old son softly on the lips. However, this time their touch lingers, and upon feeling his little boy’s tongue request access to his muzzle, the proud daddy happily obliges. Slowly, their tongues, big and small, gently stroke each other tentatively in exploration. Tasting the other’s mouth for the very first time. The first tongue kiss between the father and son. It seems silly that this act feels way more inappropriate than sucking his child’s penis or rimming his tail hole. Funny how that works.

Matthew’s face is flushed, eyes tightly closed while holding his daddy’s strong broad neck in a lock with his arms. As if afraid his father is gonna break off the kiss and run away. Matthew needn’t fear. Dave isn’t going anywhere without his precious boy.

Dave closes his eyes and loses himself in their embrace. The coolness of the night air. The orchestra of the crickets and the distant coyotes. He feels all his worries melt away. Insignificant as they are. Tonight, only he and Matthew exist. Tonight, this spot in the desert is their whole world.

Slowly, Dave lowers his son down onto his open leather jacket in the warm sand, leaning down along with the ten-year-old as Matthew mewls happily and needfully. Their lips part and their eyes lose themselves in each other, warm breath washing over each other’s muzzles.

“Yer sure, sweetheart? It’s gonna hurt a lil’.”

- “Uhu. Please, daddy.”

“Okay, baby. Let daddy prep ya.”

The handsome brown doberman kneels down in between Matthew’s spread open legs and wastes no time in locking his muzzle with the eagerly winking hole underneath his son’s small balls. The pup’s tail is wagging up a storm, throwing small clouds of dust sideways while the ten-year-old’s fingers dig deeply into the loose sand. His tiny sphincter squeezes tight when his father’s tongue eagerly but carefully worms its way inside, slowly stretching and relaxing the small muscle with a soothing warm tongue bath.

Dave’s deep licks are affectionate and methodical, his large strong hands roaming his son’s flat tummy and chest, the boy’s t-shirt discarded nearby. Both males as bare as the day they were born, au naturel in the great outdoors. Doing what comes natural to healthy males. Having fun with each other.

One finger easily slips past the mewling puppy’s sphincter, aided by copious dollops of the father dog’s natural male lubricant. A second finger is tighter, and the third barely fits, making Matthew whine in discomfort. Dave nearly withdraws but he gives his boy a chance to get used to the girth of three digits. Matthew wants it so badly, he deserves a real chance at this.

“Three fingers is about as thick as a man’s cock, baby cakes. Mine’s gunna feel about the same. Ya still wanna continue, baby?”

Matthew grunts and just nods, his little nail standing up firm against his taut boyish stomach. It doesn’t rest but stands up like a little steel rod from his small sheath, unwaveringly. Dave gently suckles from the tiny bulbous tip to soothe his baby boy’s aching loins. It feels like sucking on a lollypop, and Dave finds that his son’s penis tastes better than any sugary treat ever could.

When the doberman can move his three fingers back and forth without any more signs of discomfort from his son’s body language, save for the small grimace on the boy’s lips, Dave slowly moves into position between Matthew’s legs.

“If ya lay on yer side with yer leg up on my shoulder, daddy will get the deepest, baby. But if ya want to control how deep daddy’s penis goes, ya should sit on daddy’s lap and bounce up an’ down.”

Matthew pants in relief when Dave withdraws his fingers entirely, spitting into the palm of his hand to lube up his shaft. The boy seems to lie comfortably on his back on his daddy’s leather vest. The sand underneath seems to have been shaped to accommodate the pup’s form perfectly throughout the minutes of preparation.

The boy smiles and reaches up his little hands, Dave leaning forward so his son can lock his arms around his neck.

- “How did you and mommy do it the first time, daddy? Did it hurt for mommy too?”

Dave is taken aback, slowly massaging his own spit into his shaft as he places the bulbous humanoid cock head against his son’s small gaping sphincter.

“Oh. That takes me back. Mommy… She was layin’ on her back, like you are, baby. She wanted to hug daddy with her arms an’ legs. So we could kiss. And only a lil’, baby cakes. Mommy was much older than you are now so her… openin’ was bigger.”

Matthew smiles up at his daddy while he locks his fingers together behind Dave’s head, hugging his father’s neck. The boy didn’t say anything, but the doberman knew the position had been decided.

“Alright, baby. Deep breaths. An’ take a deep breath when I push. Jus’ push out against my penis. Dun’ worry, nothin’s gonna come out.”

Dave nearly lets out a chuckle when he sees the intense grimace of concentration upon his son’s face, the boy scrunching up like he’s gonna down a very scary rollercoaster. The virile male gently rubs his blunt cock head up and down in between the pup’s soft cheeks, placing sticky wet smooches each time his meatus meets the warm little hole. Adding to the natural fatherly lubrication.

“Heh. Relax, baby. Want a kiss from daddy?”

- “Uhu.”

As the cunning male leans in to kiss his son, he can hear the boy gasp naturally in preparation, taking in a deep breath. And just as painless as a shot from a skilled physician, Dave’s blunt incestuous cock head presses gently but firmly inside of the ten-year-old boy’s tail hole, softly sinking inside until halfway the canine’s fatherly shaft. Matthew’s body tensing up as he freezes mid-kiss. His body sending delayed signals to his brain since the boy had been so focused on meeting his father’s lips.

- “Ah!”

“Shh. Yer doin’ great, sweetheart. The hardest part is over.”

It is true. The head of a humanoid penis is usually the thickest part of it, and Dave’s throbbing member is no exception. The heat and tightness of his son’s clenching insides constrict the young father’s length like a velvety gloves just a size too small, eliciting an equally pleasurable moan from Dave’s lips. He’s never felt something so tight around his cock. Not even Olivia’s tail hole can compare. And it’s making him see stars and black spots in front of his eyes, it’s so powerfully overwhelming.

For just a few minutes, Dave and Matthew move minimally. Slowly letting the ten-year-old preteen boy adjust to his father’s thickness and size. The young father’s tongue laps out lovingly, all around his pup’s adorable muzzle. Soothing him and whispering sweet fatherly words of encouragement to him. Telling Matthew what a brave boy he is. And how proud his daddy is of him.

Slowly, Dave’s cock withdraws just an inch or before slowly sinking back inside his pup’s warm insides, making both father and son coo to each other. And the latter wince just a tiny bit.

- “Ah. Daddy. I feel so full.”

“That’s normal, baby. Daddy’s penis is big an’ yer cute lil’ hole only itty bitty. Imma make ya feel good, baby. Dun’ worry. But if it hurts too much, jus’ tell daddy. Alright, sweetheart?”

Matthew nods and pulls Dave’s head down, both adult father and preteen son nestling their muzzles into the crux of each other’s neck for safety and warmth. The vice grip around his cock is making Dave sweat, his powerful arms cradling around the small body of his son even feeling tinier than it usually does. Careful little pumps, as if the pup is made of glass. And it still feels like the virile male could explode any second out of the sheer taboo and sensational overload down below. He’s trying hard to hold back and prolong the beautiful moment.

Before long, thanks to his small and gentle pushes, Dave’s cock starts being swallowed deeply and snuggly inside Matthew’s twitching clenching boy pussy. The puppy is whining and cooing out all at the same time, cradled warmly and softly in his father’s protective grip. Fully trusting his daddy to make him feel good. To grant the wish of feeling his daddy deep inside of him.

The doberman-Labrador pup’s tail starts wagging again slowly, as with every careful thrust of his father’s mighty rod inside of his delicate sensitive bottom, Matthew more and more loosens up and enjoys the sensation of fullness. Of the heat radiating from his daddy’s cock, squeezed inside of him tightly. The boy can feel every ridge and vein on the thick invader. And every detail of the fat furry sheath and balls of his father meeting the space between his tail hole and wagging tail. The scent of adult masculine arousal hangs thick in the air and penetrates the child’s senses. It’s almost as if his daddy’s pheromones are acting like a natural aphrodisiac. Awakening Matthew’s body. Making him blossom for his daddy like a flower before the sun.

“Yer doing great, sweetheart. An’ ya feel so so good to daddy! I dun’ think I’ve ever felt someone so tight around me!”

- “Not even mommy?”

“No, baby. Not even mommy.”

Matthew’s cheeks colour a reddish hue once more, his body slowly getting into the rhythm of things as his daddy’s thick head gently rubs back and forth along the tiny pleasure button that is his immature boyish prostate. Even at his young tender age, each press of that hard little nub causes the ten-year-old’s body to jolt in pleasure, helping loosen his back door. Coaxing forth more natural lubrication from his father’s manly penis seated deeply inside of him.

Sensing that his boy no longer needs the delicate approach he’s wielded so far, Dave gently but firmly starts to get into his usual manly stride. His hips gyrate, his winking tail hole is exposed to the beautiful night sky, and his short stubby docked tail is wagging just as fiercely as his son’s intact one. Sharing the excitement of the moment. And the deep pleasure the physical bond between a father and son grants them.

Dave’s lips graze over his underage son’s neck fur and collar bone, leaving a wet trail of saliva as he marks his boy with his scent. All over, through and through. Kissing the ten-year-old’s body wherever he can reach. Matthew eagerly reciprocating the tokens of affection while he curls his legs around his daddy’s waist, locking them across each other around Dave’s hips.

The doberman’s heavy balls sway back and forth, bouncing against Matthew’s plump buttocks in the intimate dance between father and son. Precum spewing from Dave’s cock head like a faucet, lubricating the way and making the short coarse fur of both their ball sacks matted under the starlight. Heat is building up inside their bodies, united at the loins, Matthew resorting to yipping and lightly biting his daddy as an outlet for the overwhelming sensations coursing through his ten-year-old body.

- “Ah. Ah. Daddy. *mewls* Daddy…”

“I’m here, baby. Hold on to daddy.”

Dave grinds into his son, slowly building up to the usual reckless abandon he used with Olivia. His eye falls down onto the leather jacket underneath Matthew. She’s here, in a way. And he knows she would be proud of the both of them. To help and support each other to move on. To heal.

As the virile adult male’s hips thrust harder and faster down inside his son, Matthew’s mewls and yips of pleasure only grow stronger. There’s still the occasional wince, but it is only a droplet on a hot plate. In a way, it contrasts the pleasure in a most wonderful way. Sweetly so. If it only takes that little bit of discomfort, the boy really wants to have sex with his daddy every night from now on. And with Jimmy. As often as he can.

- “Daddy… My wiener is tingling…”

“Alright, sweetheart. Hold on to daddy. Imma make ya body sing.”

Matthew doesn’t seem to understand just what his daddy means by that until the strong virile male leans up onto his knees and draws his son back up with him, Dave’s penis not leaving the puppy’s tight hole for even a second. First, the father lets his son get used to the sensation of being fucked upright, gravity helping a great deal in pulling the boy down after each powerful thrust. Making Matthew yelp and yip out breathlessly in pleasures a child his age rarely ever gets to experience. Not so lovingly and consensually, anyway.

And then, the doberman takes it one step further by standing up onto his two feet, his legs only slightly wobbling as he stands like a monument against the desert landscape. Pierced upon his mighty rod his ten-year-old son whom fully loves and trusts his daddy, receiving nothing but utter bliss and pleasure from the adult male’s cock deeply thrusting up inside his tender young boy pussy. Matthew is clearly trying to hold back his beautifully sweet yips of pleasure, trying to keep quiet as if they are about to get caught.

“Let it out, baby. Sing for daddy. Lemme hear how good it feels, sweetheart.”

Timid at first, but growing to full-fledged barks and howls of pleasure within half a minute, Matthew clutches his strong father’s powerfully thick neck and muscular shoulders. His daddy is the strongest daddy in the world. And the sweetest. And the most handsome. And his daddy is all his! Safely trapped inside his warm little bum, the mighty fatherly penis radiating its heat into Matthew’s receptive body, his hole thirstily suckling at that thick male shaft for the sustenance it craves. The boy’s body instinctually knows how to get what it wants. And Dave is about to give it to him.

“Yer beautiful, baby! Yer the most gorgeous wonderful little boy in the world. An’ I luv ya, so so much! Daddy luvs ya, angel.”

Angel. That’s what Dave used to call Olivia. And calling his son her pet name doesn’t feel wrong. Not for a second. A title bestowed upon Matthew by rightful inheritance. Making the boy glow in her warmth.

- “Daddy. Ngh. L-love— Ah! L-love you too, daddy!”

Matthew is tightly secured inside his father’s embrace, bounced up and down effortlessly upon the dog man’s impressive thick humanoid penis. Balls slapping wetly up against the pup’s buttocks, starting to leave the same imprints a spanking would, making those plump cheeks blush with tingling pleasure. Dave’s perineum is bulging, his balls drawing up in their sack. Here it is. The point of no return. He’s gonna breed his little boy. Inseminate his ten-year-old son with all the fatherly incestuous love his small body can handle. And deep down inside, that little perverted voice whispers into Dave’s ears. If only he could sire a child within his son’s delicious little bum.

A geyser of viscous hot fatherly semen rush upward, bulging through the thick urethra along the underside of Dave’s cock before erupting violently up inside his young son’s clenching ass. The gasp is audible. The impact of each spurt reverberates against the taut tummy walls of his son. He can feel them! He can feel each powerful jet of his incestuous sperm make contact with his son’s innards. Heating the boy’s flesh while the pup experiences a mind-shattering dry orgasm of his own, cocklet twitching violently against his daddy’s firm abs. Using the tattooed dog male’s stomach like the cum gutter it is, if only liquid would spurt from that twitching little nail. Not yet. Enjoy the dry ones while they last, Matthew. They’re special all in their own right.

Dave’s girth is pulsing against his son’s anal walls, the tight passage clenching down in a vice grip, constricting the force with which his daddy’s semen jets forth. Like squeezing a water hose makes the jet all that more powerful. Painting Matthew’s insides in white fatherly love. And lust.

The little pup whines out pitifully against his father’s body, growing rigid and then limp as his young mind blacks out, nearly sending the boy to faint. Becoming dead weight in Dave’s arms. Luckily, the young father is strong enough to keep standing and hunching, gently bobbing his son’s arms and legs back and forth while kissing Matthew’s open little mouth.

“H-hey, sport. Looks like ya enjoyed that. Did ya like yer first fu— Yer first ‘special hug’ with daddy?”

Slowly, Dave sinks back down onto his knees above his open leather jacket. His muscular arms letting Matthew sink down onto it with a controlled descent, gently pulling out his thick penis from his son’s gaping hole.

Raising his ten-year-old’s bottom up by his legs like he did when Matthew was a baby, Dave inspects his son’s hole. The once tiny pucker is now gaping, a little red and agitated by being stretched wider than ever before. And thick dollops of Dave’s fatherly creamy semen are running out in rivulets, spilling down into the sand before while the slightly delirious Matthew tries to squeeze his ass shut. Wanting to keep his daddy’s liquid love safely inside of him.

The boy pants deeply, little fingers still grasping at his twitching little cocklet before releasing it once more, back and forth. Almost as if touching it causes discomfort, but not touching it makes it ache for touch. A conundrum to be sure.

- “Ngh. Daddy. You can say the ‘fudge’ word. I won’t be mad. I liked it, daddy. Like, a lot lot! A lot lot!”

Dave chuckles and leans closer to his son’s face again, as if gonna give a kiss. The dad instead turns to the boy’s floppy ear, softly blowing air through it and making it twitch and flinch from the resulting tickle. A gentle deep voice utters the word: “Fuck.”

Immediately Matthew giggles and swats at his daddy, cute cocklet bobbing back and forth while the paw pads on his footsies accidentally bump into Dave’s leaking semi-erect penis. The thick length slowly bobbing up and down with the virile male’s heartbeat as it slowly retreats back inside his sheath.

- “Da-ad!”

“Ya said I could say it!”

- “Hee hee. Uhu.”

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuuuuck.”

Matthew is crying with laughter, swatting at his daddy as the two playfully wrestle and fight. Their sweaty tired bodies rubbing against each other, accidentally and not. Matthew’s fingers often finding his daddy’s softer member, sheath, and balls. And Dave doing the same in turn. Revelling together in their after bliss.

The two lie on their backs a while longer, looking up at the beautiful starry night sky and just talking. About school. About Jimmy. About mom. About little things. Just being there in the moment with each other. Enjoying each other’s proximity.

- “Daddy. Can we… fudge again? I really, REALLY liked it!”

“Of course, baby cakes. But with a few days in between. Yer cute lil’ bottom needs sum’ time to rest.”

- “Okay.”

There’s a brief pause before Matthew speaks again.

“ … Daddy?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

- “Next time… Can we do it for Jimmy? Can Jimmy watch?”

There is a brief silence. Not because Dave needs to contemplate the request, but due to incredible mental picture his son suddenly forced upon his daddy’s brain. Despite having exploded half an hour earlier, Dave’s cock throbs inside his sheath. Something that doesn’t escape Matthew’s attention. The boy giggles and gently pets his father’s sheath, tracing the little lips of the opening with his small index finger.

- “Daddy?”

“We’ll see, baby. If Jimmy wants to see, and Debby is fine with it, then daddy’s fine with it too.”

Another pause pregnant with the thrill of a young preteen boy hangs thick in the air. The air around Matthew nearly vibrates with excitement.

- “Daddy?”

Dave chuckles.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

- “We can video call tomorrow after school.”

Oh fuck. Welp, Dave’s boner manifests quicker than the eye could witness. Hidden in his sheath one moment, proudly bobbing from the virile male’s loins the next.

The young father playfully grabs his son, the boy squealing in delight as both naked males start wrestling, rubbing their boners young and adult all over and against each other’s bodies. Energy that would be better spent driving back home.

“C’mere, ya naughty lil’ boy! Daddy’s gunna eat yer cute lil’ bottom!”

- “Nooo! Dadd-eeh! Not my bum!”

“Sorry, can’t hear ya! Nom nom nom. Mmm.”

Slurping noises echo through the cool desert air, coupled with the cute little giggles and moans from a very happy little boy. Getting up tomorrow is gonna be painful for the both of them!