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This short story runs for 7751 words and is about Damian and Josh's home life from Damian's perspective. It gives a little bit of exposition about their living conditions, their relationship with one another, and of course some indulgent dad/son incest! I hope you enjoy; this is the first real piece of writing I've invested a lot of time into (both fully writing it and editing it myself)!

Initially I was going to wait until I at least created a proper cover pinup for this story, or draw a bunch of sexy pinups to release along-side it, but I'll get to that later (to be honest maybe I was only using that as an excuse not to post it for the longest time...)

The non-teasing version of the pin-up will be posted in about a month from now. ;)

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It would be no trouble winding through the living room void (nocturnal vision works wonders), but the sight of imminent comfort reminded my body that it is in fact, totally exhausted. My limbs start aching after I barely drag past the foyer, the boards underneath aching with me. I eventually drop on the couch and it's just like sinking into a cushion of clouds. Working back-to-back shifts make it easy to find [i]everything[/i] luxurious though, even a worn old thing like this. But even if the couch and our home isn’t a glamorous life (pretty far from it), I try not to complain too much because I need to keep a positive face. If not for myself, then for my little bandit, Joshua.\n\nI squint towards the glimmer of the stovetop clock barely in view from my seat. 1 o’ clock; a whole hour past midnight. I’ve told him a million times to call me if he's out late, he’s just [i]begging[/i] me to scold him now. I probably let him off with more than I should, so more discipline might be what he needs. “I better see you calling me when you’re out late or else you’re goin’ over my knee the second you come home!” might be what I say. As if I could bring myself to scold him. To stress about the limits to his free spirit, that strong independence that I taught him so he could take care of himself while I’m at work all day, I just don’t want to restrict that. He deserves a hell lot more freedom than my damned parents gave me at least. No matter how many times I tell myself that, I still wonder if I’m doing this the right way, if doing this makes me a responsible dad. His non-restrictive adventures in the city and being around good friends help him forget about this shitty home life. Right?\n\nI slap myself a few times; the sting of it pulls me from my intrusive thoughts. How uncool of me, being so depressed and shit. Wasn't I just saying I need to think positive? 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The scene plays out like normal: a little oil down to lube his chiseled figure, then slow and light strokes across his body. Every spot I touched was tense, the poor guy, but as I smoothed out the knots in his back, released tension in his arms, loosened the tightness from his thighs, his sweet moans started filling that room. That’s when my hands groped his perky cheeks and began to knead and spread them apart. He didn’t seem to notice, or maybe it was that he didn’t mind me playing with his rear end.\n\nA rumble from the fridge shakes me out of my daydream. There goes that fantasy, and it was about to get to the good, maybe not so factual part. My [i]throbbing excitement[/i] catches my attention, as it’s now resting against my bare thigh. When did I take my pants off? It really has become an unconscious habit, huh? I grip the base of my cock and it springs to life. Watching it grow in my hand is satisfying; I’m no more girthy than the average raccoon, but at full mast, my meat is about two times the width of my fist. It's hard to be modest with all that between my legs. The bit of wolf in me is a nice bonus too, but [i]that[/i] part won’t be out to play for a little while.\n\nMy body shivers at the slightest movements. Just massaging my length—no stroking—caused sparks of pleasure to shoot through me. In [i]my[/i] hands, it always feels like I haven’t touched it in weeks. I reach with my other hand and grab the TV remote, turning the screen to the staple ‘Me-time’ app, [i]MateDen[/i]. A few clicks are all it takes to bring up one of my favorite videos: a fitting ambiance for my mood.\n\n“Get onto the bed, son.”\n\n“Yes sir.”\n\n“Been wanting daddy’s dick for a long time, haven’t you?”\n\n“Hell yeah, you’re such a man compared to me, how could I not want you to fuck me silly?”\n\nMy eyes close as the video stumbles through its intro. I think I can recite every line from this porno, and no matter how horny I get, it’s never any easier to ignore the bad lines. I could skip to the best parts, but that stupid foreplay helps sell the father/son theme, and I love that part of it.\n\n“Hey, Dad.”\n\nBut [i]that[/i] isn’t one of the lines.\n\nI open my eyes and follow the voice to its adorable, young owner, Joshua. He walks in front of the TV—taking his sweet ass time to block as much cock his little silhouette can—and discards his gear throughout his journey into the apartment. He barely pays attention to me even as I’m scowling in his direction. Although, it [i]is[/i] kind of hard to have parental authority when my hand is, at the moment, wrapped around my dick.\n\n“Y’know if you wanna change the channel, it might help if you used the remote instead,” he says, sitting beside me all casually. I try not to smile much at the comment.\n\n“-Nah, I like what’s on,” I said after a soft sigh.\n\n“[b]I know[/b]… it's one of the like, two videos you ever watch on the entire internet!”\n\n“Ouch, SO sorry for having favorites.”\n\n“Gimme the remote old man, I'll show you some new favorites.”\n\n“Shame on you, you’re much too young to be going on these kinds of sites!” \n\n“Says the man jacking off next to the–’too young’–boy.”\n\nI finally broke; it was just too funny to hold back more laughter. And my reaction satisfied the conditions to wear his shit-eating-grin (which I'm sure was itching to crawl on his face since he sat down). He does have a point though because I [i]am[/i] sitting here, casually rubbing my meat with my preteen son right next to me. I squeeze the base of my member and huff. Oh well, it’s not like I’ve got any shame left. My attention turns back to watching handsome men get sensually intimate with each other.\n\n“How was your day, J J?” I say. He groans but he can't hide the smile in his voice.\n\n“Rascal and Bandit are okay, not [i]that[/i] though Dad. I’m not some kind of rapper!” I reach over and tousle his hair as he continues, “But, my day was good. I did my homework with Max really quick, so we had almost all day to just hang out!”\n\n“Good, saves me the trouble of asking about homework.”\n\n“Why you sayin’ it like [i]that[/i]? I’m a good schoolboy, I always do my homework!” He looks at me with puffed cheeks and folded arms, trying to look like he was about to whoop my ass, as threatening as that could be coming from an 11-year-old kit, “What, are you looking for a reason to scold me or something?”\n\n“Yep, exactly; I gotta scold you for something every day to be a responsible dad don’t I?”\nHe briefly drops the suave face he’s been playing up and giggles, “Okay? So gimme one reason that makes me in trouble, [i]then[/i] you can scold me.”\n\n“The phone calling-”\n\nHe cuts me off, “Nope! Doesn’t count!”\n\n“What about that incident in the school lockers?”\n\n“I didn’t mean to rip his undies; we were just playing! And that was like a couple weeks ago, I already got my butt beat at school for that! Roughhousing unsafely my….”\n\nI chuckle as I remember him complaining about it over text, and the picture proof of his tanned little butt he sent while I was still at work, “Alright then... how come you’ve been sitting there for 5 minutes, interrupting the daddy on TV, who's very hotly rawing his little twink, and [i]haven’t[/i] offered to help out your ‘old man’ already?”\n\n“Wouldn’t that make me a [i]really[/i] bad boy?”\n\n“Which would still give me a [i]really[/i] good reason to scold you.”\n\nI smile at him, and he returns the look. It doesn’t take any more words for him to crawl close and put his hand on my leg. He keeps it steady as it curves down to my knee before gliding up along the inside of my thigh. The fur on my back is standing on end by the time he stops, fingers just short of where my prized jewels sat on display.\n\n“To think, I was only trying to have a normal conversation with my [i]son[/i]! So shameful,” I say in a low voice with a hint of beastly growling.\n\n“I wouldn’t be making my [i]dad[/i] shiver from touching his balls if that was true.” He says in retort. He runs his fingertips along the bottom of my sack, checking the weight of its contents like a hanging scale. Moans immediately slip out and discredit my smooth act. Was it a short lapse in self-control or was I just [i]that[/i] horny for his touch?\n\nJosh steals my gaze away from his hand by leaning in close and pulling my chin towards his face. I stare into his eyes, bright rose-pink, glittering with a special light only I could see, looking back into mine to reach in and caress my very being. It all stopped, the video on the TV, the sounds of the couch shifting under our weight as his body leaned onto mine, the casual banter this apartment had the sole reputation of upholding; It all stopped when his lips met mine and locked me from ever leaving him alone tonight.\n\nOur kiss was elevated by his subtle groping of the fruit resting between my legs, stimulating the sweet nectar within to grow richer. He eventually stole the spot my hand occupied and proceeded to do its job better somehow, pumping with firm precision yet a gentle motion. The kiss cracks apart, staying connected only by the thin rope of saliva which snaps as we regain awareness of our surroundings.\n\n“Oops sorry Dad, the rest of your video is done,” Josh says with the most sarcastic apology possible; still a firm grip on my dick.\n\nI chuckle when I see that he’s right, “Oh well, I have a live video right here.” I say, grinning ear to ear. I'm pretty proud of that one.\n\nHe smirks back, “See? You [i]are[/i] a dad. That is such a dad thing to say!”\n\nThere’s a good chuckle between us before our eyes find each other again.\n\n“Just take off your clothes and suck my dick before one of us says something that ruins the mood,” I say.\n\n“Is that even possible? The ‘somethings’ we say is how we got in the mood in the first place,” he teases. He gets off the couch and stands in front of me with mischief in his eyes. Here it comes.\n\nJosh starts with his sweatpants and plays with the band, stretching it one way or the other, pulling it down over one thigh only to snap it back around his slim waist, and though they hug his legs comfortably they still leave enough to imagination to make the tease work. They slide down over his swaying hips until finally dropping around his ankles. The bulging pouch of his briefs sticks out past the bottom of his shirt, so much so that as I eyed the package, I didn't notice when his shirt was already an inch past his belly button. He shimmies into view, more of his soft, vulnerable belly. It’s perfectly positioned for tickling if I were in a more innocent mood, or rubbing if I wanted to hear satisfied sighs leave his lips, but I sat back and allowed him to continue uninterrupted. I gotta keep my hands off the performer after all. The shirt came off and it was the last thing I saw before I was blinded with that same bunch of cloth. I pull his shirt off my face just in time to be met with an inviting view of his back turned to me, bending down over the coffee table, ass leaning towards me like a lure waiting for a catch. Though it’s still covered with clothing, those purple briefs cling tightly against his shape and the fullness of his boyish cheeks.\n\nMy dick jolts in excitement while I savor the view and I couldn’t help but give myself a few indulgent rubs. The second his hands start moving, my eyes lock on; I was full of anticipation for his thumbs to hook under the elastic and stretch it around the curve of his ass.\n\nDown and down it slides, and then he stops, just before fully exposing himself. The band cruelly slips back to its arguably rightful place at his waist. He then flips around and gets onto his knees, the smile on his face pretending like he didn’t know what he did.\n\n“You are such a damn little tease,” I growl. He holds his cocky smirk and leans closer; I feel his warm breath now brushing against my balls. He scans my length with his nose like he’s finding the right spot to strike. The breaths stop; He plants gentle kisses across my shaft, his lips lingering for moments before the next peck. It’s mesmerizing to watch his muzzle dance and make that part of me jump with him. I slump into the cushion and shut my eyes; to tune everything else out; to enjoy the sensations I felt with him in this moment; these incredible, electric tingles of pleasure. I didn’t relax with those feelings for long though. I’m too restless to sit around and let my partner do [i]my[/i] job for me.\n\nWithout looking, I reach out and grip a handful of his hair, holding the sensitive area between his ears like a handle. There’s the faintest whimper; a coy sound of pure excitement. He’s trying to keep appearances, pretending he can be a stoic sex god with me. I guide him up my length, pushing his lips against the tip of my dick where he huffs in anticipation. A light shove is enough to let me in; I pushed a moan from my throat just as I pushed his head down between my legs. From the tapered tip of my head down to the pulsing thickness extending past it, his mouth glides like a knife through butter, wrapping it in a warm and tight embrace. His jaw remained relaxed the whole time, even as he took the 5th inch of my length into him; It's impressive that he hasn’t flinched even once. It’s about time I shifted gears then.\n\nTightening my grip on him, I pull his head back to the start and watch as most of my shaft disappears when I shove him back down. Josh pushes out a muffled grunt and a sharp puff through his nose. I stop and give him a second to adjust but he quickly holds his thumb up in reassurance; his eyes glare up at me as if offended by my concern. My lips pull back for a snarl, but instead I grin. What a fucking little rascal; I’ll give him exactly what he wants then. I throw caution to the wind (enough to satisfy the ‘mean dom’ fantasy at least) and lift him up only to drop him down again and again, further than before.\n\nLike a personal toy—except noisier and with an adorable, begging face to look back at me—his head bounces on my lap under my lustful control. My hips tense from the tantalizing effect of each pass, where my cock slides against the wet walls of his mouth; his tongue pressing against it to make it throb; his lips squeezing tightly around trying to trap me inside his mouth. He knows how to please me and he’s impishly using that knowledge to cut my endurance down to size. I start grinding my hips in time with my relentless pumping of his head and he almost gags (repeatedly) in response to the rhythm, but still, he refuses to pull away. He loved it and so did I, but any longer and this fun would be all over, and I didn’t want to finish yet when the night was still young.\n\nI pull him off my dick, slobber flicking into the air as my cock erects at an angle, still twitching as saliva drips off it. In our moment of rest, I realized my heart was racing, pounding in my chest like passionate drumming; Josh was sitting flat on the floor, and I could tell that he was feeling the same way. The drool lining the side of his chin shimmers with the slightest movements of his jaw as he huffs for air.\n\nJosh wipes his chin dry, replacing the wet drool with a proud grin, “See? You should have a little more trust in me. I can handle you, Dad,” he says.\n\n“You can’t blame me for being sure, I wouldn't want to give my little cock sucker a sore throat after all,” I say. He amusingly grumbles in embarrassment towards my teasing.\n\n“How come you stopped anyway? I was having fun!”\n\n“A little too much fun, I might’ve blew right here if I didn’t stop you.”\n\n“Soo, I was doing good?” He gives me the [i]innocent puppy eyes[/i] look while hiding his arms behind him like a shy kindergartener.\n\n“Oh no, you were terrible, worst blowjob ever. 1/10. The 1 is for still being adorable while trying.”\n\n“Hey! You big jerk!” Josh exclaims as he hops onto the couch to attack me with growling nips and kisses. I struggled against him for a while, both of us laughing like girls at a sleepover. Eventually, he did beat me; I was pinned against the cushions with a triumphant little raccoon sitting on my chest, “We’re not done though right? I’m still pretty horny,” He finally said to me after we recovered from our laughing fits.\n\n“I think I can tell,” I say. My eyes trace down between his thighs where his undies cup his boyhood into a snug bulge. I can see the curves where his balls rest inside the tight-knit pouch, though more obvious is the bigger impression of his shaft pushing against its prison; It nearly reaches past the waistband. I smile back up at him, “No we’re not done. I just figured since you’re so confident that you can handle me, I’ll let you pick how I get to prove you wrong.” I sit up, holding his hands to ensure he has a safe transition to sitting on my lap. I shiver as I feel my cock rub against the back of his undies, just slightly pressing into the crevice of his rear end.\n\n“How? Heck, that's a hard choice, I mean there’s so many fun ways to think about,” he says, lustful excitement is painted all over his face.\n\n“Go on.”\n\n“Well, you’ve pounded me against the front door, bent me over the kitchen counter…”\n\n“Yeah?”\n\n“...I’ve rode you on this couch, you fucked me against the shower wall, oh and there was that one time you held me in front of the bathroom mirror; [i]that[/i] was really hot…”\n\n“Uh-huh…” I suddenly feel a tension in the pit of my stomach.\n\n“...Then obviously there’s the bedroom and all the fun different positions we can do in there: doggy-style, bent spoons, missionary, the mating press…”\n\n“We’ve had a lot of sex, huh?” I say. My heartbeat was slowing down but I wasn’t feeling calmer. He had an impressively long list of things; [i]too long[/i], and so accurately described down to the weird names of so many sex positions. It’s more than the average kit would know about, and without that kind of knowledge guttering their thoughts, they can enjoy the simple pleasures of childhood; not indulging in constant sex, being carelessly daring, and losing focus; eventually making mistakes with poor judgment just because they wanted to have fun; mistakes like mine which led me here.\n\nI gaze wistfully at Josh.\n\nHere with him.\n\n“Dad?” Josh said, pulling me out of my intrusive headspace. I sigh, shifting in my seat. Looks like I got soft.\n\n“Sorry Josh. I’m just—well—we have so much sex but you’re still just a kit; I don’t want you to think that sex is all there is to life. Here you are though, got a whole damn list in your head of all the times we’ve fucked for hours in this shit apartment. I can’t even keep my horny ass in check long enough to try and be a good dad for you...” my head suddenly whips to the right, my train of thought derailing as my cheek stings like a fire just grazed my face.\n\nJosh slapped me.\n\nI turn back toward him, lifting my hand to rub at the spot he just hit. He had a mean scowl on his face and his arms were crossed, hands balled into fists.\n\n“Just shut up, don’t you dare talk like that Dad!” he says. I open my mouth to respond, but he’s quick to shush me with a finger, “I get that we have a lot of sex; I guess most people don’t start until they’re teens in their heat or something, so I probably know a ton more than other cubs my age. Most would probably have an issue with you screwing your own son too.”\n\nYes, because that [i]sure[/i] makes me feel better.\n\n“But,” he says, putting extra weight on the dramatic pause, “You don’t hafta worry, I know there’s way more to life than sex; It’s not like I'm going around feeling up my friends all the time! We play games, go to the arcade, play at the park; there’s a whole city for us to adventure in! Oh, and even though you wanna tease me about it, I [i]am[/i] doing good in school too, so you can't say that my head is always in the gutter,” His finger slips off my mouth and he leans closer, opening his arms to capture me in a hug, “I’d never be able to say a lot of that if you didn’t teach me how to be independent and just not be stupid.”\n\nIt was more than awkward sitting here and letting my son scold me, but it was bringing a smile back to my face despite the slight blow to my pride.\n\n“You might be a huge perv that raws me every other night, but you are a good dad to me; my hard-working, sexy, ol’ Dad, who I’m always gonna love!”\n\nI pull him tight into my arms, \" I love you too Joshua,\" I say, barely mumbling the words while stroking his hair, \"...my adorable bandit...\" Josh's arms squeeze my sides harder, and the light tickle at my chest told me he started smiling too. Our bodies together created a warmth that soothed any stress left in my heart. I didn't want to let go, and I knew he didn't either since any movement from me was met with a tighter lock of his arms. In the spirit of saving the night's momentum, I peel him off and hold him by the shoulders.\n\n\"So… You wanna fucking slap me around do ya? I hope you know I can't let you get away with that.\" I growl. My hands crept down and found the back of Josh's underwear.\n\n\"You can't?\" He says, the corner of his lip twitching while he feigns remorse.\n\nI slip under his waistband and cup all of him in my palms. \"Nope. I gotta scold you more, remember? It’ll teach you to better respect me, [i]son[/i].\" I lift him with me and tighten my hold on him. The supple curve of his ass fits comfortably in my grip and it’s like dough between my kneading fingers. Like a couple hounded by puppy love, I carry him around and into the corridor. He blows a flirtatious whistle before I snake into the bedroom; must’ve been admiring the cheeky glimpse of my behind from the mirror on the bathroom door.\n\nI bull-rush towards our mattress and launch my giggling delinquent onto it. While he took a moment to steady himself, I tossed off my work shirt and bare the rest of my body to the chilling air. When I look back, Josh is sitting with legs spread, his eyes going on a journey across my nudeness.\n\n“Ooh, so buff!” Josh says. His tone is less sly now; instead of a rascal who only wants to tease, he’s now a boy who’s hungry for intimacy. I flex my muscles tight and pose for his viewing.\n\n“What? This isn’t [i]buff[/i], this is more like… retail robust,” I joke. My body is masculine sure; chiseled pecs, abs, arms strong enough to haul boxes for a day shift; Josh likes to remind me too that I have tight and firm “cakes”, as he puts it. But at most, I’m just a little toned.\n\n“Oh shut up, buff doesn’t [i]only[/i] mean big and swole, y’know,” He says. He chuckles to act like he’s only noting my silly remark, but I catch the bounce in his pouch and subtle biting of his bottom lip as he continues to watch me.\n\n“What did you say to me? Did I just hear a ‘shut up’?” I say and walk closer to loom over the mattress. I lead with a deep growl to set the mood back on track. Josh covers his maw, giving me wide eyes to try and look apologetic. “Take your briefs off, [b]right now[/b].” I say.\n\n“Yes, Daddy.”\n\nHis response sparks a hunger within; There’s a strong jolt in my groin, trailing into my cock as it gains a renewed vigor. I track him like a sentry as he rolls over, hips held high. I’ll never get tired of his voluptuous assets, but I barely have the patience to let him fully moon me right now. I snatch his ankles from under him and drag them towards me. With his legs over the edge of the mattress, I kneel and dive for my treat. My hands latch to his cheeks, my tongue whips from my muzzle, and his sudden gasps decorate the silence. Wet tracks remain as I explore his taint and delighted shudders reward me for each inch of discovery. The true treasure though is hidden deep in this soft crevice of cub, waiting patiently to be dug into.\n\n\"H-haah, Dad!\" Josh starts to sing the moment my tongue probes at his pucker. Its guard is still up, tight like any behaved boy would be, but he [i]doesn’t[/i] behave, he's just elastically gifted which gives that nice illusion. It doesn't take much to crack that defense, only a few pushes and repeated pokes to make it slick and weaker to a full assault. I then pry with my thumbs and just like that, his hole easily spreads with my pulling.\n\n\"Gods, I wanna pound this so bad,\" I say, guttural force behind my words, \"-but consider this waiting as punishment for misbehaving so much.\"\n\n\"So much? But wait, what else have I–ahhh…!\"\n\nI slot his ring with my drooling tongue and dig it as deep as his pliable cave would allow. It’d be a lie to say I feel guilty for objecting to his defense, but the symphony playing from his maw is proof enough that he doesn’t mind much. So, I tighten my claw grip and take a deeper dive into his tunnel to chart every inch I can reach. Josh squirms wildly as I devour his cute little ass; he’s so sensitive right now. But each second I take to map out his insides, he squirms less and less. I then feel a gentle shove at the back of my neck, his ankles trying to keep me from retreating. He’s relaxed now, so helpless to the pleasure, harmonizing in bliss and begging me to continue at the same time. It's the perfect time to pick up the pace.\n\n I pull away without much trouble from his gripping legs. A slightly loosened pucker is left behind for me to admire, twitching in anticipation now that it was given a taste of pleasure. My own excitement flexes between my thighs with the same craving. I was so rock hard despite my total lack of attention towards it; I even felt the crawling tingle of pre, dribbling down my length.\n\n\"Dad?\" Josh says, almost in a whimper.\n\n\"Yes?\"\n\n\"Um… whatcha doing?\" He starts turning in curiosity.\n\n\"Ah-ah!\" I bark. That startled him enough to force him back forward. I let more silent moments pass and I know that it’s torture for him. My poor boy is so horny, sufficiently teased, expecting more: and I [i]am[/i] giving him more, but I'm not nearly done with the opener. It's punishment for ghosting his phone; yeah, that's a good enough reason.\n\nI watch him writhe with impatience and [i]eventually[/i] decide that he’s had enough. I take position behind him, ready to hear his moans again but this time it won't be from my tongue. My lips part for my fingers so that I can slobber them with spit, eyes trained on Josh’s butt. I bring my fingers forward, letting some of my saliva drip onto his taint. He clenches and I hear him puff against the sheets as warm droplets rained on him. I touch his body and drag the pads of my fingers down close to his hole. As I prod the edges of his ring, it tenses; maybe from anticipation, or maybe he’s nervous about how I’ll continue his [i]punishment[/i]. I chuckle; I’m such a mean bastard.\n\n“1…”\n\nI begin with my middle finger and line up to slide forward from end to base. When my knuckle presses against him, I then [i]slowly[/i] drag it back.\n\n“2…”\n\nMy ring finger extends now, and I push [i]both[/i] digits past the resistance, truly stretching it for the first time tonight, and then of course leaving it wanting more.\n\n“3…”\n\nI ready my index alongside the other two and hover close to his hole. When my digits press forward, he spreads to engulf everything. Even with the tips barely inside, he keeps them snugly wrapped, hugging tight as they sink deeper into the abyss. I knock at his backdoor, and at that point his tight grip is choking my fingers. They retreat towards the entrance but I don't plan to let them escape. Just before my fingers slip out, I lunge back through, tingles shooting up my fingers. My hand pistons back and forth, digits digging Josh out and after that little warm-up, I aim right for the precious jewel hiding behind one of his walls.\n\n\"Mm–aah! Fuck!\" he gasps and tenses his body. I respond in kind with a relentless assault of that same sweet spot.\n\n\"Who taught you that fucking language, huh?\" I say, just loud enough for him to hear my taunting.\n\n\"Ugh, Daad…\"\n\nI chuckle. He's getting there; just a little more torture.\n\n\"Daddy…!\"\n\nMore.\n\n\"Please, I'll be good… Dad, just fuck me!\"\n\nThere we go; that's the needy voice I want to hear. I jerk my hand away, fingers popping out and leaving behind an inviting nook. I stand up and slap his perky butt with my palm and I order him to turn over, which he does obediently. Josh was sporting a nice boner; it twitched in need while parts of it were glossed with precum. He also has a cute smile on his face, which might pass as innocent if his eyes weren't hungrily trained down on my meat.\n\n\"Say it again, but more polite this time,\" I say. Josh slides back on the mattress. Balancing on his back, he raises his legs and grips onto the back of his knees. His flexible body is an alluring sight, though it's hard to admire everything when supple ass cheeks sit at the center of my vision. He gazes straight into my eyes with a proud grin creeping on his face.\n\n\"Please pound my ass, Dad,\" Josh says, as his paws trail his thighs to grip and pull at his presented ass. My cock aches in need; I swear it’s like steel after seeing him in this tempting position. Growls leave my throat and I clamber onto the sheets. My lap scoops him up; his ankles hook over my shoulders; I press him firm against the bed.\n\n\"Really gonna rile me up when I'm about to punish you?\"\n\n\"You weren’t gonna be gentle anyway, right?\"\n\n“You brat,” I chuckle. My hips softly gyrate and trail my dick against his vulnerable privates. The small gap between his lips and the passionate sparkle in his eyes currently held all my attention. The rest of my body lusted for him on its own; poking my length between his supple cheeks; rubbing our members together to compare; grabbing handfuls of his hair to tug and assert dominance. My gaze never left his face the whole time.\n\n“You love it,” Josh says, hushed as our muzzles draw closer.\n\n“I love [i]you[/i],” I respond, soft and barely audible before I descend for a kiss. Pressing my body onto his, I steal his maw from him, locking our lips together and diving my tongue past. It’s a blind dance of our lips and tongues; I lead the tango and he follows totally in sync with my steps. I savor the breathless bliss, our shared moans, and the gentle cling of his hands on my shoulders. My lungs are soon begging for air and I break the kiss then, heavy puffs passing through my throat. A thread of saliva glistens between our lips and inevitably snaps while we gaze at each other.\n\n“You didn’t last long, am I [i]that[/i] good?” Josh says with a cocky grin staring back at me.\n\n“Yeah you are, [i]but[/i] I am exhausted; Work today was tough.”\n\n“Not too exhausted to be good at sex though, right?”\n\n“Never.”\n\nThrough my gleaming smile, I growl. My cock was trembling; it was impatient with my ever-growing lust and the soft brush of Josh’s fur didn’t help to keep it still. He was right about me; I do like the foreplay almost more than the sex. Almost.\n\n“Reach under the pillow for me, bandit,” I say. Josh obliges and stretches his arm above himself to frisk around. I saw on his face the moment he found something to show for it. He brings back a clear bottle in his fist and leers back at me before I snatch the container away. Flicking the cap with my thumb, I straighten up and look over Josh as if a delicious banquet was set in front of me. I flip the bottle over and allow the goopy fluid to pool before the tip; with a slight squeeze, globs rained over to coat our crotches. The cool coating brings a slight shiver and Josh has the same reaction as the lube streams onto his taint. There was bound to be spillage with the amount I poured on, but I use my pole to work the excess over his taint as much as I can. Up and down I brush, applying just enough pressure to tease entry each time my tip runs along his slickening hole; The copious serving of lube, however, ended up sabotaging my attempts to tease.\n\nJosh gasped as I slipped past his ring, suddenly enough that it even took [i]me[/i] a second to react.\n\n“You good, Josh?” I say, really resisting my urge to thrust forward. Despite the sudden entry, his pucker stretched around the head easily and he was squeezing tight around the intrusion.\n\n“Yeah… you’ve just been teasing me so much, I wasn’t expecting it yet,” Josh squeaks. I watch him sprawl against the bed and without words, I can see him begging me for more. He’s biting the bottom of his lip while his ears recede in submission; his eyes sparkle with intensity but his body remains relaxed; his fingers poke at the sheets in sheer anticipation. It all coaxes a smile from me because even though he’s this naughty, pervy little cub, he always gets so embarrassed and vulnerable when I have him pinned down.\n\n“What happened to the attitude, hm?\" I say, a smirk curling up my cheek while I glide my hips forward.\n\n\"I said I'd be… a good boy, so you'd finally pound me.\" He says, eyes struggling to stay locked on mine, his words slurring together between gasps.\n\n\"[i]Finally[/i]? I should make you wait longer for saying that.\"\n\n\"N-noooo! Daaad...!\" There’s raw desperation in his whining and I feel the walls around my cock tighten as he tries to keep me inside. It’s not like I planned to leave though; really it was the opposite, ‘cause how could I deny such cute begging.\n\nI thrust against his body, pushing a sudden yelp out of him. He clutches my length with a vise grip, but the smile on his face is unmistakable; It taunts me to challenge it. I shift our weight forward until his back raises off the bed, and then I just start to piston into his ass. He lets me in easily, so it doesn’t take much to step up to speed. My ears focus on that sound of my thighs pounding on his cheeks; It’s such an addictive beat and one that we always have on loop. Better than that though, are his sweet songbird moans that cut through the rough percussion. He’s the best part of all this; all the cozy heat between our bodies; all the pleasure shaking my body while I dominate another; all of the hearts floating between as we look into each other’s eyes; nothing can compare to how all of that feels with him; with Josh.\n\n“I… I love you! Daddy!” He says in pleasured breaths, practically shouting his words. I get an odd rush of embarrassment from his affectionate words, and it makes me stumble and slow my rhythm. Soft huffs leave my maw; damn, my usual endurance really isn't all here tonight.\n\n“Love you too, Joshua; I really do,” I say once again, leaning down to rub my nose against his as I catch this brief second wind. His hot breaths fall on my chin as I softly roll my hips.\n\n“Is this the part where you say, [i]I'll show you how much I do[/i], and then fuck me like crazy?\" He says, giggling and flicking his tongue against my snout.\n\n\"Hey, are you mocking my porno again?”\n\n“Well… That’s every porno you like.”\n\nI click my tongue and push his shoulders down, “Such. A. Rude. Little. Brat!\" I say and slam him on every word. Like the naughty brat he is, he made sure to taunt me with how good he felt on each punishing thrust. I just held myself close to him after that though, no thrusting or grinding, just silently enjoying his company.\n\n“This is way better than a porno though, isn’t it?” He asked, after catching his breath.\n\n“You want me to just say it, or do I show you what I think?”\n\nAn impish grin crawls onto his face and that immediately clues me on what just left my mouth. “[i]See[/i]? You said it!” He says, trying to hold back chuckles. I try not to burst into hysterics myself, but both of us fail miserably.\n\n“Fucking damn it! Did I really just do that?” I snicker.\n\n“Uh-huh! I told ya you would; all that corny porno talk is rubbing off on you, ugh!”\n\n“Is not! I have bedded many guys with my smooth, [i]non-corny[/i], bedroom talk!”\n\n“Actually, you lured me in here with your dick. I don’t remember being charmed by dad jokes.”\n\nI scoff and dive down to attack his neck with vindictive nibbling, “Hey, come on, Josh! Gimme some credit here; I know [i]you[/i] of all people love my dirty talk!” As he reached with his arms and curled to try defending himself, the jolt of pleasure shaking between us, reminded me that I was still balls deep inside of Josh. “Oh right, we were having sex,” I say, exaggerating my surprise as I wiggle my waist around. I feel some life jump back into my cock, and I figured Josh did too because he closed his eyes and let out a pretty big shudder. “I guess I should finish fucking you silly now, huh?”\n\n“Is that really a question, Dad?,” He giggles.\n\n“Less a question, more of one last chance to get ready.” Gripping his shoulders, I hoist him up and use that momentum to sit on my knees, with him snug on my lap. He falls right against my chest, swinging his arms around to steady himself with a tight hug. Like two hunting snakes, my hands slide down to catch each of Josh’s plump cheeks. Just touching his ass brought my sex drive back in full force, so indulging in the squeezing, spreading, and slapping of it, quite simply made me primal.\n\nI lifted Josh and held him, hovering with a little more than half my dick still buried inside. Pooling every ounce of energy I still have left tonight, I finally started truly rutting with him. My thighs moved at breakneck speeds, dozens of smacks a minute. The bed was no doubt creaking beneath us. He and I flooded the room with moans too; we didn’t care who heard at this point. My arms started to hurt, holding him up for so long; I let him drop and just bounced him on my lap like it was a trampoline. He started biting my collarbone and I squeezed his ass with a vise grip. Every second that passed was one closer to the end. It was a competition now; who would finish first? Neither of us wanted to be the first to end the passionate heat between us. But we had to lose this test of endurance eventually.\n\nI feel him tense around me and start shuddering with every cute gasp that leaves his maw. Warm and viscous fluids pelt my chest and quickly become matted down as Josh holds on for dear life. The same reaction gets coaxed out of me moments after, as his clenching hole brings me to the edge. I moan and embrace him, bucking my hips uncontrollably and quickly pumping Josh full with every ounce of seed I have for him. It feels like forever in bliss before my cock is eventually milked dry. I let out a huge sigh of satisfaction.\n\n“Still in there, Josh?” I say. My breaths are still heavy as I savor the afterglow of my orgasm.\n\n“Uh-huh,” he says, barely audible.\n\n“Hate to cut our vibe short but if we lay down now, we’re gonna fall asleep.”\n\n“Okay… Shower?”\n\nI chuckle, “Yeah... Ready? Here we go.”\n\nI balanced our way to the bathroom with shaky knees; It took all my leftover strength to get us there in one piece. For the next half hour, we showered together and cleaned off all the mess and sweat that the night had built up. We probably took longer than we should’ve, because after we were clean the two of us stood together under the warm water, just hugging.\n\nWe dried off from our [i]quick[/i] clean-up and then slugged back to the bedroom, where the both of us dropped onto the soft bed; we were finally worn out.\n\n“Was I good, Dad?” Josh says, finally breaking the silence of us lying together. I sigh and pull him close. My fingers brush through his soft coat and I stare off towards nothing in particular.\n\n“The best,” I say, pausing briefly before adding, “Thanks for tonight, Josh.” I reach over with my free hand and ruffle his hair a bit.\n\n“For the sex, or... the other thing?” Josh says. I huff a bit dejectedly and he chuckles at my embarrassment.\n\n“Both.”\n\n“Good. I better not catch you talking like that again, you hear me?”\n\n“Don’t worry you won’t; catch me, I mean.”\n\n“Dad!”\n\nI laugh and give him a small barrage of kisses to appease his look of sleepy rage, “Kidding, kidding! I won’t think like that anymore, I promise.”\n\nJosh holds himself snug against me, head against my chest. He yawns and slowly shuts his eyes, “Good night, Dad,” he says and within moments of speaking he’s already drifted off to sleep. I gently pat his head, lying against my pillow and sliding the covers up over the two of us.\n\n“Good night… My little Rascal.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Little Rascal

Written by FrostedChase


I catch the door with my tail just before it shuts; a hopeful attempt at being silent, but the door whines for the rest of its crawl anyway. I grimace as the sound echoes in my ears and throughout the rickety hall. The door then (of course) rebounds on the frame; It doesn’t latch closed, as usual. I don’t know why I expect anything else. I lean back to push it shut in the gentlest way possible, and through my fantastic feat of finesse, it slams closed. Sorry, dear neighbors. It would be nice to get that damn door replaced, but that’s pretending for a minute that I could afford a new door, or if the landlord would even let me.

I skip the light switch and head towards my couch. It would be no trouble winding through the living room void (nocturnal vision works wonders), but the sight of imminent comfort reminded my body that it is in fact, totally exhausted. My limbs start aching after I barely drag past the foyer, the boards underneath aching with me. I eventually drop on the couch and it's just like sinking into a cushion of clouds. Working back-to-back shifts make it easy to find everything luxurious though, even a worn old thing like this. But even if the couch and our home isn’t a glamorous life (pretty far from it), I try not to complain too much because I need to keep a positive face. If not for myself, then for my little bandit, Joshua.

I squint towards the glimmer of the stovetop clock barely in view from my seat. 1 o’ clock; a whole hour past midnight. I’ve told him a million times to call me if he's out late, he’s just begging me to scold him now. I probably let him off with more than I should, so more discipline might be what he needs. “I better see you calling me when you’re out late or else you’re goin’ over my knee the second you come home!” might be what I say. As if I could bring myself to scold him. To stress about the limits to his free spirit, that strong independence that I taught him so he could take care of himself while I’m at work all day, I just don’t want to restrict that. He deserves a hell lot more freedom than my damned parents gave me at least. No matter how many times I tell myself that, I still wonder if I’m doing this the right way, if doing this makes me a responsible dad. His non-restrictive adventures in the city and being around good friends help him forget about this shitty home life. Right?

I slap myself a few times; the sting of it pulls me from my intrusive thoughts. How uncool of me, being so depressed and shit. Wasn't I just saying I need to think positive? A long sigh pushes out and I massage my temples. I’d better think of something else before I become a sulking mess again. Should I reflect on my day, as the responsible adults do? Hah. Lifting boxes and stocking shelves isn’t much of a sage experience and neither is work at the massage parlor, but that half of the day is at least still fun to think about. I find it hard to be upset when I'm reminiscing about attractive guys and my hands running all over them.

My eyes shut to find one of my clients presenting his bare body to be loosened up. He was a new client; a wolf, youthful face, only a few years younger than me with sculpted muscles on a broad frame, especially around his glutes. Though it’s typical of wolves to be more muscular, I knew he was an athlete; his shoulders, arms, legs, and back were all evenly toned which isn’t something that happens by accident. The scene plays out like normal: a little oil down to lube his chiseled figure, then slow and light strokes across his body. Every spot I touched was tense, the poor guy, but as I smoothed out the knots in his back, released tension in his arms, loosened the tightness from his thighs, his sweet moans started filling that room. That’s when my hands groped his perky cheeks and began to knead and spread them apart. He didn’t seem to notice, or maybe it was that he didn’t mind me playing with his rear end.

A rumble from the fridge shakes me out of my daydream. There goes that fantasy, and it was about to get to the good, maybe not so factual part. My throbbing excitement catches my attention, as it’s now resting against my bare thigh. When did I take my pants off? It really has become an unconscious habit, huh? I grip the base of my cock and it springs to life. Watching it grow in my hand is satisfying; I’m no more girthy than the average raccoon, but at full mast, my meat is about two times the width of my fist. It's hard to be modest with all that between my legs. The bit of wolf in me is a nice bonus too, but that part won’t be out to play for a little while.

My body shivers at the slightest movements. Just massaging my length—no stroking—caused sparks of pleasure to shoot through me. In my hands, it always feels like I haven’t touched it in weeks. I reach with my other hand and grab the TV remote, turning the screen to the staple ‘Me-time’ app, MateDen. A few clicks are all it takes to bring up one of my favorite videos: a fitting ambiance for my mood.

“Get onto the bed, son.”

“Yes sir.”

“Been wanting daddy’s dick for a long time, haven’t you?”

“Hell yeah, you’re such a man compared to me, how could I not want you to fuck me silly?”

My eyes close as the video stumbles through its intro. I think I can recite every line from this porno, and no matter how horny I get, it’s never any easier to ignore the bad lines. I could skip to the best parts, but that stupid foreplay helps sell the father/son theme, and I love that part of it.

“Hey, Dad.”

But that isn’t one of the lines.

I open my eyes and follow the voice to its adorable, young owner, Joshua. He walks in front of the TV—taking his sweet ass time to block as much cock his little silhouette can—and discards his gear throughout his journey into the apartment. He barely pays attention to me even as I’m scowling in his direction. Although, it is kind of hard to have parental authority when my hand is, at the moment, wrapped around my dick.

“Y’know if you wanna change the channel, it might help if you used the remote instead,” he says, sitting beside me all casually. I try not to smile much at the comment.

“-Nah, I like what’s on,” I said after a soft sigh.

“I know… it's one of the like, two videos you ever watch on the entire internet!”

“Ouch, SO sorry for having favorites.”

“Gimme the remote old man, I'll show you some new favorites.”

“Shame on you, you’re much too young to be going on these kinds of sites!”

“Says the man jacking off next to the–’too young’–boy.”

I finally broke; it was just too funny to hold back more laughter. And my reaction satisfied the conditions to wear his shit-eating-grin (which I'm sure was itching to crawl on his face since he sat down). He does have a point though because I am sitting here, casually rubbing my meat with my preteen son right next to me. I squeeze the base of my member and huff. Oh well, it’s not like I’ve got any shame left. My attention turns back to watching handsome men get sensually intimate with each other.

“How was your day, J J?” I say. He groans but he can't hide the smile in his voice.

“Rascal and Bandit are okay, not that though Dad. I’m not some kind of rapper!” I reach over and tousle his hair as he continues, “But, my day was good. I did my homework with Max really quick, so we had almost all day to just hang out!”

“Good, saves me the trouble of asking about homework.”

“Why you sayin’ it like that? I’m a good schoolboy, I always do my homework!” He looks at me with puffed cheeks and folded arms, trying to look like he was about to whoop my ass, as threatening as that could be coming from an 11-year-old kit, “What, are you looking for a reason to scold me or something?”

“Yep, exactly; I gotta scold you for something every day to be a responsible dad don’t I?”
He briefly drops the suave face he’s been playing up and giggles, “Okay? So gimme one reason that makes me in trouble, then you can scold me.”

“The phone calling-”

He cuts me off, “Nope! Doesn’t count!”

“What about that incident in the school lockers?”

“I didn’t mean to rip his undies; we were just playing! And that was like a couple weeks ago, I already got my butt beat at school for that! Roughhousing unsafely my….”

I chuckle as I remember him complaining about it over text, and the picture proof of his tanned little butt he sent while I was still at work, “Alright then... how come you’ve been sitting there for 5 minutes, interrupting the daddy on TV, who's very hotly rawing his little twink, and haven’t offered to help out your ‘old man’ already?”

“Wouldn’t that make me a really bad boy?”

“Which would still give me a really good reason to scold you.”

I smile at him, and he returns the look. It doesn’t take any more words for him to crawl close and put his hand on my leg. He keeps it steady as it curves down to my knee before gliding up along the inside of my thigh. The fur on my back is standing on end by the time he stops, fingers just short of where my prized jewels sat on display.

“To think, I was only trying to have a normal conversation with my son! So shameful,” I say in a low voice with a hint of beastly growling.

“I wouldn’t be making my dad shiver from touching his balls if that was true.” He says in retort. He runs his fingertips along the bottom of my sack, checking the weight of its contents like a hanging scale. Moans immediately slip out and discredit my smooth act. Was it a short lapse in self-control or was I just that horny for his touch?

Josh steals my gaze away from his hand by leaning in close and pulling my chin towards his face. I stare into his eyes, bright rose-pink, glittering with a special light only I could see, looking back into mine to reach in and caress my very being. It all stopped, the video on the TV, the sounds of the couch shifting under our weight as his body leaned onto mine, the casual banter this apartment had the sole reputation of upholding; It all stopped when his lips met mine and locked me from ever leaving him alone tonight.

Our kiss was elevated by his subtle groping of the fruit resting between my legs, stimulating the sweet nectar within to grow richer. He eventually stole the spot my hand occupied and proceeded to do its job better somehow, pumping with firm precision yet a gentle motion. The kiss cracks apart, staying connected only by the thin rope of saliva which snaps as we regain awareness of our surroundings.

“Oops sorry Dad, the rest of your video is done,” Josh says with the most sarcastic apology possible; still a firm grip on my dick.

I chuckle when I see that he’s right, “Oh well, I have a live video right here.” I say, grinning ear to ear. I'm pretty proud of that one.

He smirks back, “See? You are a dad. That is such a dad thing to say!”

There’s a good chuckle between us before our eyes find each other again.

“Just take off your clothes and suck my dick before one of us says something that ruins the mood,” I say.

“Is that even possible? The ‘somethings’ we say is how we got in the mood in the first place,” he teases. He gets off the couch and stands in front of me with mischief in his eyes. Here it comes.

Josh starts with his sweatpants and plays with the band, stretching it one way or the other, pulling it down over one thigh only to snap it back around his slim waist, and though they hug his legs comfortably they still leave enough to imagination to make the tease work. They slide down over his swaying hips until finally dropping around his ankles. The bulging pouch of his briefs sticks out past the bottom of his shirt, so much so that as I eyed the package, I didn't notice when his shirt was already an inch past his belly button. He shimmies into view, more of his soft, vulnerable belly. It’s perfectly positioned for tickling if I were in a more innocent mood, or rubbing if I wanted to hear satisfied sighs leave his lips, but I sat back and allowed him to continue uninterrupted. I gotta keep my hands off the performer after all. The shirt came off and it was the last thing I saw before I was blinded with that same bunch of cloth. I pull his shirt off my face just in time to be met with an inviting view of his back turned to me, bending down over the coffee table, ass leaning towards me like a lure waiting for a catch. Though it’s still covered with clothing, those purple briefs cling tightly against his shape and the fullness of his boyish cheeks.

My dick jolts in excitement while I savor the view and I couldn’t help but give myself a few indulgent rubs. The second his hands start moving, my eyes lock on; I was full of anticipation for his thumbs to hook under the elastic and stretch it around the curve of his ass.

Down and down it slides, and then he stops, just before fully exposing himself. The band cruelly slips back to its arguably rightful place at his waist. He then flips around and gets onto his knees, the smile on his face pretending like he didn’t know what he did.

“You are such a damn little tease,” I growl. He holds his cocky smirk and leans closer; I feel his warm breath now brushing against my balls. He scans my length with his nose like he’s finding the right spot to strike. The breaths stop; He plants gentle kisses across my shaft, his lips lingering for moments before the next peck. It’s mesmerizing to watch his muzzle dance and make that part of me jump with him. I slump into the cushion and shut my eyes; to tune everything else out; to enjoy the sensations I felt with him in this moment; these incredible, electric tingles of pleasure. I didn’t relax with those feelings for long though. I’m too restless to sit around and let my partner do my job for me.

Without looking, I reach out and grip a handful of his hair, holding the sensitive area between his ears like a handle. There’s the faintest whimper; a coy sound of pure excitement. He’s trying to keep appearances, pretending he can be a stoic sex god with me. I guide him up my length, pushing his lips against the tip of my dick where he huffs in anticipation. A light shove is enough to let me in; I pushed a moan from my throat just as I pushed his head down between my legs. From the tapered tip of my head down to the pulsing thickness extending past it, his mouth glides like a knife through butter, wrapping it in a warm and tight embrace. His jaw remained relaxed the whole time, even as he took the 5th inch of my length into him; It's impressive that he hasn’t flinched even once. It’s about time I shifted gears then.

Tightening my grip on him, I pull his head back to the start and watch as most of my shaft disappears when I shove him back down. Josh pushes out a muffled grunt and a sharp puff through his nose. I stop and give him a second to adjust but he quickly holds his thumb up in reassurance; his eyes glare up at me as if offended by my concern. My lips pull back for a snarl, but instead I grin. What a fucking little rascal; I’ll give him exactly what he wants then. I throw caution to the wind (enough to satisfy the ‘mean dom’ fantasy at least) and lift him up only to drop him down again and again, further than before.

Like a personal toy—except noisier and with an adorable, begging face to look back at me—his head bounces on my lap under my lustful control. My hips tense from the tantalizing effect of each pass, where my cock slides against the wet walls of his mouth; his tongue pressing against it to make it throb; his lips squeezing tightly around trying to trap me inside his mouth. He knows how to please me and he’s impishly using that knowledge to cut my endurance down to size. I start grinding my hips in time with my relentless pumping of his head and he almost gags (repeatedly) in response to the rhythm, but still, he refuses to pull away. He loved it and so did I, but any longer and this fun would be all over, and I didn’t want to finish yet when the night was still young.

I pull him off my dick, slobber flicking into the air as my cock erects at an angle, still twitching as saliva drips off it. In our moment of rest, I realized my heart was racing, pounding in my chest like passionate drumming; Josh was sitting flat on the floor, and I could tell that he was feeling the same way. The drool lining the side of his chin shimmers with the slightest movements of his jaw as he huffs for air.

Josh wipes his chin dry, replacing the wet drool with a proud grin, “See? You should have a little more trust in me. I can handle you, Dad,” he says.

“You can’t blame me for being sure, I wouldn't want to give my little cock sucker a sore throat after all,” I say. He amusingly grumbles in embarrassment towards my teasing.

“How come you stopped anyway? I was having fun!”

“A little too much fun, I might’ve blew right here if I didn’t stop you.”

“Soo, I was doing good?” He gives me the innocent puppy eyes look while hiding his arms behind him like a shy kindergartener.

“Oh no, you were terrible, worst blowjob ever. 1/10. The 1 is for still being adorable while trying.”

“Hey! You big jerk!” Josh exclaims as he hops onto the couch to attack me with growling nips and kisses. I struggled against him for a while, both of us laughing like girls at a sleepover. Eventually, he did beat me; I was pinned against the cushions with a triumphant little raccoon sitting on my chest, “We’re not done though right? I’m still pretty horny,” He finally said to me after we recovered from our laughing fits.

“I think I can tell,” I say. My eyes trace down between his thighs where his undies cup his boyhood into a snug bulge. I can see the curves where his balls rest inside the tight-knit pouch, though more obvious is the bigger impression of his shaft pushing against its prison; It nearly reaches past the waistband. I smile back up at him, “No we’re not done. I just figured since you’re so confident that you can handle me, I’ll let you pick how I get to prove you wrong.” I sit up, holding his hands to ensure he has a safe transition to sitting on my lap. I shiver as I feel my cock rub against the back of his undies, just slightly pressing into the crevice of his rear end.

“How? Heck, that's a hard choice, I mean there’s so many fun ways to think about,” he says, lustful excitement is painted all over his face.

“Go on.”

“Well, you’ve pounded me against the front door, bent me over the kitchen counter…”

“Yeah?”

“...I’ve rode you on this couch, you fucked me against the shower wall, oh and there was that one time you held me in front of the bathroom mirror; that was really hot…”

“Uh-huh…” I suddenly feel a tension in the pit of my stomach.

“...Then obviously there’s the bedroom and all the fun different positions we can do in there: doggy-style, bent spoons, missionary, the mating press…”

“We’ve had a lot of sex, huh?” I say. My heartbeat was slowing down but I wasn’t feeling calmer. He had an impressively long list of things; too long, and so accurately described down to the weird names of so many sex positions. It’s more than the average kit would know about, and without that kind of knowledge guttering their thoughts, they can enjoy the simple pleasures of childhood; not indulging in constant sex, being carelessly daring, and losing focus; eventually making mistakes with poor judgment just because they wanted to have fun; mistakes like mine which led me here.

I gaze wistfully at Josh.

Here with him.

“Dad?” Josh said, pulling me out of my intrusive headspace. I sigh, shifting in my seat. Looks like I got soft.

“Sorry Josh. I’m just—well—we have so much sex but you’re still just a kit; I don’t want you to think that sex is all there is to life. Here you are though, got a whole damn list in your head of all the times we’ve fucked for hours in this shit apartment. I can’t even keep my horny ass in check long enough to try and be a good dad for you...” my head suddenly whips to the right, my train of thought derailing as my cheek stings like a fire just grazed my face.

Josh slapped me.

I turn back toward him, lifting my hand to rub at the spot he just hit. He had a mean scowl on his face and his arms were crossed, hands balled into fists.

“Just shut up, don’t you dare talk like that Dad!” he says. I open my mouth to respond, but he’s quick to shush me with a finger, “I get that we have a lot of sex; I guess most people don’t start until they’re teens in their heat or something, so I probably know a ton more than other cubs my age. Most would probably have an issue with you screwing your own son too.”

Yes, because that sure makes me feel better.

“But,” he says, putting extra weight on the dramatic pause, “You don’t hafta worry, I know there’s way more to life than sex; It’s not like I'm going around feeling up my friends all the time! We play games, go to the arcade, play at the park; there’s a whole city for us to adventure in! Oh, and even though you wanna tease me about it, I am doing good in school too, so you can't say that my head is always in the gutter,” His finger slips off my mouth and he leans closer, opening his arms to capture me in a hug, “I’d never be able to say a lot of that if you didn’t teach me how to be independent and just not be stupid.”

It was more than awkward sitting here and letting my son scold me, but it was bringing a smile back to my face despite the slight blow to my pride.

“You might be a huge perv that raws me every other night, but you are a good dad to me; my hard-working, sexy, ol’ Dad, who I’m always gonna love!”

I pull him tight into my arms, " I love you too Joshua," I say, barely mumbling the words while stroking his hair, "...my adorable bandit..." Josh's arms squeeze my sides harder, and the light tickle at my chest told me he started smiling too. Our bodies together created a warmth that soothed any stress left in my heart. I didn't want to let go, and I knew he didn't either since any movement from me was met with a tighter lock of his arms. In the spirit of saving the night's momentum, I peel him off and hold him by the shoulders.

"So… You wanna fucking slap me around do ya? I hope you know I can't let you get away with that." I growl. My hands crept down and found the back of Josh's underwear.

"You can't?" He says, the corner of his lip twitching while he feigns remorse.

I slip under his waistband and cup all of him in my palms. "Nope. I gotta scold you more, remember? It’ll teach you to better respect me, son." I lift him with me and tighten my hold on him. The supple curve of his ass fits comfortably in my grip and it’s like dough between my kneading fingers. Like a couple hounded by puppy love, I carry him around and into the corridor. He blows a flirtatious whistle before I snake into the bedroom; must’ve been admiring the cheeky glimpse of my behind from the mirror on the bathroom door.

I bull-rush towards our mattress and launch my giggling delinquent onto it. While he took a moment to steady himself, I tossed off my work shirt and bare the rest of my body to the chilling air. When I look back, Josh is sitting with legs spread, his eyes going on a journey across my nudeness.

“Ooh, so buff!” Josh says. His tone is less sly now; instead of a rascal who only wants to tease, he’s now a boy who’s hungry for intimacy. I flex my muscles tight and pose for his viewing.

“What? This isn’t buff, this is more like… retail robust,” I joke. My body is masculine sure; chiseled pecs, abs, arms strong enough to haul boxes for a day shift; Josh likes to remind me too that I have tight and firm “cakes”, as he puts it. But at most, I’m just a little toned.

“Oh shut up, buff doesn’t only mean big and swole, y’know,” He says. He chuckles to act like he’s only noting my silly remark, but I catch the bounce in his pouch and subtle biting of his bottom lip as he continues to watch me.

“What did you say to me? Did I just hear a ‘shut up’?” I say and walk closer to loom over the mattress. I lead with a deep growl to set the mood back on track. Josh covers his maw, giving me wide eyes to try and look apologetic. “Take your briefs off, right now.” I say.

“Yes, Daddy.”

His response sparks a hunger within; There’s a strong jolt in my groin, trailing into my cock as it gains a renewed vigor. I track him like a sentry as he rolls over, hips held high. I’ll never get tired of his voluptuous assets, but I barely have the patience to let him fully moon me right now. I snatch his ankles from under him and drag them towards me. With his legs over the edge of the mattress, I kneel and dive for my treat. My hands latch to his cheeks, my tongue whips from my muzzle, and his sudden gasps decorate the silence. Wet tracks remain as I explore his taint and delighted shudders reward me for each inch of discovery. The true treasure though is hidden deep in this soft crevice of cub, waiting patiently to be dug into.

"H-haah, Dad!" Josh starts to sing the moment my tongue probes at his pucker. Its guard is still up, tight like any behaved boy would be, but he doesn’t behave, he's just elastically gifted which gives that nice illusion. It doesn't take much to crack that defense, only a few pushes and repeated pokes to make it slick and weaker to a full assault. I then pry with my thumbs and just like that, his hole easily spreads with my pulling.

"Gods, I wanna pound this so bad," I say, guttural force behind my words, "-but consider this waiting as punishment for misbehaving so much."

"So much? But wait, what else have I–ahhh…!"

I slot his ring with my drooling tongue and dig it as deep as his pliable cave would allow. It’d be a lie to say I feel guilty for objecting to his defense, but the symphony playing from his maw is proof enough that he doesn’t mind much. So, I tighten my claw grip and take a deeper dive into his tunnel to chart every inch I can reach. Josh squirms wildly as I devour his cute little ass; he’s so sensitive right now. But each second I take to map out his insides, he squirms less and less. I then feel a gentle shove at the back of my neck, his ankles trying to keep me from retreating. He’s relaxed now, so helpless to the pleasure, harmonizing in bliss and begging me to continue at the same time. It's the perfect time to pick up the pace.

 I pull away without much trouble from his gripping legs. A slightly loosened pucker is left behind for me to admire, twitching in anticipation now that it was given a taste of pleasure. My own excitement flexes between my thighs with the same craving. I was so rock hard despite my total lack of attention towards it; I even felt the crawling tingle of pre, dribbling down my length.

"Dad?" Josh says, almost in a whimper.

"Yes?"

"Um… whatcha doing?" He starts turning in curiosity.

"Ah-ah!" I bark. That startled him enough to force him back forward. I let more silent moments pass and I know that it’s torture for him. My poor boy is so horny, sufficiently teased, expecting more: and I am giving him more, but I'm not nearly done with the opener. It's punishment for ghosting his phone; yeah, that's a good enough reason.

I watch him writhe with impatience and eventually decide that he’s had enough. I take position behind him, ready to hear his moans again but this time it won't be from my tongue. My lips part for my fingers so that I can slobber them with spit, eyes trained on Josh’s butt. I bring my fingers forward, letting some of my saliva drip onto his taint. He clenches and I hear him puff against the sheets as warm droplets rained on him. I touch his body and drag the pads of my fingers down close to his hole. As I prod the edges of his ring, it tenses; maybe from anticipation, or maybe he’s nervous about how I’ll continue his punishment. I chuckle; I’m such a mean bastard.

“1…”

I begin with my middle finger and line up to slide forward from end to base. When my knuckle presses against him, I then slowly drag it back.

“2…”

My ring finger extends now, and I push both digits past the resistance, truly stretching it for the first time tonight, and then of course leaving it wanting more.

“3…”

I ready my index alongside the other two and hover close to his hole. When my digits press forward, he spreads to engulf everything. Even with the tips barely inside, he keeps them snugly wrapped, hugging tight as they sink deeper into the abyss. I knock at his backdoor, and at that point his tight grip is choking my fingers. They retreat towards the entrance but I don't plan to let them escape. Just before my fingers slip out, I lunge back through, tingles shooting up my fingers. My hand pistons back and forth, digits digging Josh out and after that little warm-up, I aim right for the precious jewel hiding behind one of his walls.

"Mm–aah! Fuck!" he gasps and tenses his body. I respond in kind with a relentless assault of that same sweet spot.

"Who taught you that fucking language, huh?" I say, just loud enough for him to hear my taunting.

"Ugh, Daad…"

I chuckle. He's getting there; just a little more torture.

"Daddy…!"

More.

"Please, I'll be good… Dad, just fuck me!"

There we go; that's the needy voice I want to hear. I jerk my hand away, fingers popping out and leaving behind an inviting nook. I stand up and slap his perky butt with my palm and I order him to turn over, which he does obediently. Josh was sporting a nice boner; it twitched in need while parts of it were glossed with precum. He also has a cute smile on his face, which might pass as innocent if his eyes weren't hungrily trained down on my meat.

"Say it again, but more polite this time," I say. Josh slides back on the mattress. Balancing on his back, he raises his legs and grips onto the back of his knees. His flexible body is an alluring sight, though it's hard to admire everything when supple ass cheeks sit at the center of my vision. He gazes straight into my eyes with a proud grin creeping on his face.

"Please pound my ass, Dad," Josh says, as his paws trail his thighs to grip and pull at his presented ass. My cock aches in need; I swear it’s like steel after seeing him in this tempting position. Growls leave my throat and I clamber onto the sheets. My lap scoops him up; his ankles hook over my shoulders; I press him firm against the bed.

"Really gonna rile me up when I'm about to punish you?"

"You weren’t gonna be gentle anyway, right?"

“You brat,” I chuckle. My hips softly gyrate and trail my dick against his vulnerable privates. The small gap between his lips and the passionate sparkle in his eyes currently held all my attention. The rest of my body lusted for him on its own; poking my length between his supple cheeks; rubbing our members together to compare; grabbing handfuls of his hair to tug and assert dominance. My gaze never left his face the whole time.

“You love it,” Josh says, hushed as our muzzles draw closer.

“I love you,” I respond, soft and barely audible before I descend for a kiss. Pressing my body onto his, I steal his maw from him, locking our lips together and diving my tongue past. It’s a blind dance of our lips and tongues; I lead the tango and he follows totally in sync with my steps. I savor the breathless bliss, our shared moans, and the gentle cling of his hands on my shoulders. My lungs are soon begging for air and I break the kiss then, heavy puffs passing through my throat. A thread of saliva glistens between our lips and inevitably snaps while we gaze at each other.

“You didn’t last long, am I that good?” Josh says with a cocky grin staring back at me.

“Yeah you are, but I am exhausted; Work today was tough.”

“Not too exhausted to be good at sex though, right?”

“Never.”

Through my gleaming smile, I growl. My cock was trembling; it was impatient with my ever-growing lust and the soft brush of Josh’s fur didn’t help to keep it still. He was right about me; I do like the foreplay almost more than the sex. Almost.

“Reach under the pillow for me, bandit,” I say. Josh obliges and stretches his arm above himself to frisk around. I saw on his face the moment he found something to show for it. He brings back a clear bottle in his fist and leers back at me before I snatch the container away. Flicking the cap with my thumb, I straighten up and look over Josh as if a delicious banquet was set in front of me. I flip the bottle over and allow the goopy fluid to pool before the tip; with a slight squeeze, globs rained over to coat our crotches. The cool coating brings a slight shiver and Josh has the same reaction as the lube streams onto his taint. There was bound to be spillage with the amount I poured on, but I use my pole to work the excess over his taint as much as I can. Up and down I brush, applying just enough pressure to tease entry each time my tip runs along his slickening hole; The copious serving of lube, however, ended up sabotaging my attempts to tease.

Josh gasped as I slipped past his ring, suddenly enough that it even took me a second to react.

“You good, Josh?” I say, really resisting my urge to thrust forward. Despite the sudden entry, his pucker stretched around the head easily and he was squeezing tight around the intrusion.

“Yeah… you’ve just been teasing me so much, I wasn’t expecting it yet,” Josh squeaks. I watch him sprawl against the bed and without words, I can see him begging me for more. He’s biting the bottom of his lip while his ears recede in submission; his eyes sparkle with intensity but his body remains relaxed; his fingers poke at the sheets in sheer anticipation. It all coaxes a smile from me because even though he’s this naughty, pervy little cub, he always gets so embarrassed and vulnerable when I have him pinned down.

“What happened to the attitude, hm?" I say, a smirk curling up my cheek while I glide my hips forward.

"I said I'd be… a good boy, so you'd finally pound me." He says, eyes struggling to stay locked on mine, his words slurring together between gasps.

"Finally? I should make you wait longer for saying that."

"N-noooo! Daaad...!" There’s raw desperation in his whining and I feel the walls around my cock tighten as he tries to keep me inside. It’s not like I planned to leave though; really it was the opposite, ‘cause how could I deny such cute begging.

I thrust against his body, pushing a sudden yelp out of him. He clutches my length with a vise grip, but the smile on his face is unmistakable; It taunts me to challenge it. I shift our weight forward until his back raises off the bed, and then I just start to piston into his ass. He lets me in easily, so it doesn’t take much to step up to speed. My ears focus on that sound of my thighs pounding on his cheeks; It’s such an addictive beat and one that we always have on loop. Better than that though, are his sweet songbird moans that cut through the rough percussion. He’s the best part of all this; all the cozy heat between our bodies; all the pleasure shaking my body while I dominate another; all of the hearts floating between as we look into each other’s eyes; nothing can compare to how all of that feels with him; with Josh.

“I… I love you! Daddy!” He says in pleasured breaths, practically shouting his words. I get an odd rush of embarrassment from his affectionate words, and it makes me stumble and slow my rhythm. Soft huffs leave my maw; damn, my usual endurance really isn't all here tonight.

“Love you too, Joshua; I really do,” I say once again, leaning down to rub my nose against his as I catch this brief second wind. His hot breaths fall on my chin as I softly roll my hips.

“Is this the part where you say, I'll show you how much I do, and then fuck me like crazy?" He says, giggling and flicking his tongue against my snout.

"Hey, are you mocking my porno again?”

“Well… That’s every porno you like.”

I click my tongue and push his shoulders down, “Such. A. Rude. Little. Brat!" I say and slam him on every word. Like the naughty brat he is, he made sure to taunt me with how good he felt on each punishing thrust. I just held myself close to him after that though, no thrusting or grinding, just silently enjoying his company.

“This is way better than a porno though, isn’t it?” He asked, after catching his breath.

“You want me to just say it, or do I show you what I think?”

An impish grin crawls onto his face and that immediately clues me on what just left my mouth. “See? You said it!” He says, trying to hold back chuckles. I try not to burst into hysterics myself, but both of us fail miserably.

“Fucking damn it! Did I really just do that?” I snicker.

“Uh-huh! I told ya you would; all that corny porno talk is rubbing off on you, ugh!”

“Is not! I have bedded many guys with my smooth, non-corny, bedroom talk!”

“Actually, you lured me in here with your dick. I don’t remember being charmed by dad jokes.”

I scoff and dive down to attack his neck with vindictive nibbling, “Hey, come on, Josh! Gimme some credit here; I know you of all people love my dirty talk!” As he reached with his arms and curled to try defending himself, the jolt of pleasure shaking between us, reminded me that I was still balls deep inside of Josh. “Oh right, we were having sex,” I say, exaggerating my surprise as I wiggle my waist around. I feel some life jump back into my cock, and I figured Josh did too because he closed his eyes and let out a pretty big shudder. “I guess I should finish fucking you silly now, huh?”

“Is that really a question, Dad?,” He giggles.

“Less a question, more of one last chance to get ready.” Gripping his shoulders, I hoist him up and use that momentum to sit on my knees, with him snug on my lap. He falls right against my chest, swinging his arms around to steady himself with a tight hug. Like two hunting snakes, my hands slide down to catch each of Josh’s plump cheeks. Just touching his ass brought my sex drive back in full force, so indulging in the squeezing, spreading, and slapping of it, quite simply made me primal.

I lifted Josh and held him, hovering with a little more than half my dick still buried inside. Pooling every ounce of energy I still have left tonight, I finally started truly rutting with him. My thighs moved at breakneck speeds, dozens of smacks a minute. The bed was no doubt creaking beneath us. He and I flooded the room with moans too; we didn’t care who heard at this point. My arms started to hurt, holding him up for so long; I let him drop and just bounced him on my lap like it was a trampoline. He started biting my collarbone and I squeezed his ass with a vise grip. Every second that passed was one closer to the end. It was a competition now; who would finish first? Neither of us wanted to be the first to end the passionate heat between us. But we had to lose this test of endurance eventually.

I feel him tense around me and start shuddering with every cute gasp that leaves his maw. Warm and viscous fluids pelt my chest and quickly become matted down as Josh holds on for dear life. The same reaction gets coaxed out of me moments after, as his clenching hole brings me to the edge. I moan and embrace him, bucking my hips uncontrollably and quickly pumping Josh full with every ounce of seed I have for him. It feels like forever in bliss before my cock is eventually milked dry. I let out a huge sigh of satisfaction.

“Still in there, Josh?” I say. My breaths are still heavy as I savor the afterglow of my orgasm.

“Uh-huh,” he says, barely audible.

“Hate to cut our vibe short but if we lay down now, we’re gonna fall asleep.”

“Okay… Shower?”

I chuckle, “Yeah... Ready? Here we go.”

I balanced our way to the bathroom with shaky knees; It took all my leftover strength to get us there in one piece. For the next half hour, we showered together and cleaned off all the mess and sweat that the night had built up. We probably took longer than we should’ve, because after we were clean the two of us stood together under the warm water, just hugging.

We dried off from our quick clean-up and then slugged back to the bedroom, where the both of us dropped onto the soft bed; we were finally worn out.

“Was I good, Dad?” Josh says, finally breaking the silence of us lying together. I sigh and pull him close. My fingers brush through his soft coat and I stare off towards nothing in particular.

“The best,” I say, pausing briefly before adding, “Thanks for tonight, Josh.” I reach over with my free hand and ruffle his hair a bit.

“For the sex, or... the other thing?” Josh says. I huff a bit dejectedly and he chuckles at my embarrassment.

“Both.”

“Good. I better not catch you talking like that again, you hear me?”

“Don’t worry you won’t; catch me, I mean.”

“Dad!”

I laugh and give him a small barrage of kisses to appease his look of sleepy rage, “Kidding, kidding! I won’t think like that anymore, I promise.”

Josh holds himself snug against me, head against my chest. He yawns and slowly shuts his eyes, “Good night, Dad,” he says and within moments of speaking he’s already drifted off to sleep. I gently pat his head, lying against my pillow and sliding the covers up over the two of us.

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