Despite the many kids he had, Doug kept an eye on each of them. He was able to tell when something was bothering them and lately his eyes were on one of the older pups, being Dawkins. As he and Delilah had to spend much time working, the care of the pups was left in the paws of the eldest, being Dylan and Dolly. But when they were unable to do so, the task was left to Dawkins. At first it was a struggle for the brilliant canine, being barely able to keep the others in line. As time went on, he gained more and more respect from the others. 

All the same, it wasn’t hard for Doug to notice that his son was clearly becoming stressed. Dylan and Dolly were getting to those ages where they had their own things going on, being nearly ready to move on and live their own lives. Even more than before, more was being put on Dawkins and to his son’s credit, the additional responsibility was handled rather well. Another pup would need to be appointed to join him when it was time…

But for now the father of many finally had the time to step in. He had a day off and Delilah was still at work. Dylan and Dolly had taken the pups to the park but Dawkins stayed behind to fix things up while the others were gone. From the kitchen he could hear the soft mutters and grumbles uttered by his second eldest step-son. 

Dawkins was tinkering with the kibble pump, quietly talking to himself while did so. Of course he understood that his siblings had their own things going on. Their parents didn’t want to tie the two of them down. Dylan and Dolly were still in charge, but more than ever was Dawkins put in a position to take over for them. And though the brilliant pup managed, he did so alone. Holding firm until either one or the both of them got back. He couldn’t deny that it was taking a toll on him…

The sound of approaching footsteps gets his attention. His ears flick but he didn’t turn around to address his step-father. This may have appeared to be standoffish but a grin was spreading on Dawkins’ muzzle. He hadn’t even realized until now that the two of them were all alone and would be for some time still. 

“Heya, Dawkins,” Doug greeted warmly. “Still hard at work?” 

“It never ends,” the younger dalmatian responded but his tone carried a level of amusement. “No sooner is one thing done, another thing needs to be fixed.” 

“Aw, you always work so hard, son. And I know it can be a lot for one to bear…” Doug was walking up slowly, feeling his own body tingling. It had been a while since he gave Dawkins some private attention. “And you’re a real champ for sticking through it all.” 

“Why thank you, Doug,” Dawkins responded before putting down the wrench he wielded. “There…That should do it…” 

“That’s my little genius,” Doug praised, petting his son between the ears. 

Dawkins shivered then groaned from how good it felt. From his position, standing up on a stool, he was eye level with the older dalmatian. Doug moved his paw down from between the ears, across the back until he reached the tell. A slow trace was given underneath the tail, grazing over the soft pouch dangling between the puppy's hindlegs. Just from the bit of weight he carried, it was easy to tell that the younger dog was pent up, likely being too busy to take care of himself. It was no wonder he was so stressed as of late. 

“You deserve a reward for all your hard work…” Doug said, his voice becoming smooth and alluring. Dawkins didn’t say anything in response, using action to communicate instead; spreading his hindlegs wider before looking back at his step-father, letting out a small needy whine. 

Doug chuckled and eased in, licking his lips before slowly dragging his tongue over the small sack, going back and forth. He teased the soft furred orbs gently, letting the pleasure build up. There was no need to rush things after all. Dawkins was already moaning softly, feeling his doghood peeking out from his sheath, sliding out further from the continued licks. It had been a while since he was able to take care of himself, being too tired at the end of the day to even think about it. Even the slightest touch of the warm muscle was enough to send waves of pleasure through him. 

“Oh…” he gasped, tail starting to wag. He pushed back against the tongue and felt his rump making contact with Doug’s nose. “W-whoops…”

“Hehe. It’s alright,” Doug said, a smile spreading across his muzzle. The taint was pressed right to his nose and he could feel the warmth radiating from the surface and there was the scent of young male canine as well. Now that he really took notice, Dawkins’ balls were surely bigger than they were last time. His step-son had reached the age for canine puberty and he seemed to be an early starter. Giving them another slow go over with his tongue, Doug pulled his muzzle back a bit. 

There was only a moment of pause before the tongue returned. Doug had slightly repositioned himself, his muzzle being perfectly aligned with the pink tailhole. His tongue dragged over the surface and Dawkins was quick to respond, shivering even harder than before. It was such a small thing and yet his body was responding in full. Every lick that followed got him to make some kind of noise and it didn’t take much more for his length to fully unsheath itself. His red rocket twitched just underneath his belly, being a clear sign of his need. 

Doug’s focus was still on the younger canine’s rump. After giving some repeated licks to the outside, his tongue finally began to push its way inside, spreading the soft rim as more of it began to slink inside. Coming from a place of care and wanting to give full pleasure to Dawkins, the elder dalmatian made sure to insert the length of his tongue slowly. He hummed deeply from the slight taste and the soft squeezes that hugged the pink muscle. 

“O-oh my…” Dawkins moaned, raising his backside a bit higher. He felt both the warmth and the sensation of having his tailhole filled. It always surprised him how good it felt and the pleasure was strong due to him not doing things like this often. The most pleasure usually given to him was from the use of his own paw. The other pups would fool around but he mostly stayed out of it for his own reasons. But of all the dogs that lived here, it was Doug that he managed to form a sexual bond with. And it was shocking how well the two of them paired. Seeing as Doug was often at work, they couldn’t have their fun together too often, but the wait was always worth it. 

“Mmm…” Doug hummed, starting to flick his tongue inside of the warm hole, making contact with the silky walls that twitched and squeezed down on him in response. There was much of his tongue that had yet to sink inside but there was only so much that the younger canine could take all at once. But hearing Dawkins’ moans was reward enough; his tail was wagging hard and his sheath was stretched from the thick rocket that was easing its way out. 

But for now, Doug busied himself with licking deeply. Dawkins needed this more than he did. Easing in closer, his lips kissed to the entrance, a series of wet laps and sucks being heard in the house apart from the steady moans that grew louder the longer it went on. It took a bit to get the intelligent dalmatian to get out of his shell, but when it happened, Dawkins proved to be just as eager when it came to fooling around as the others. Flicking and swirling his tongue, getting the pink walls wet with his saliva, Doug was treated to more sounds of pleasure. 

Dawkins couldn’t help himself. With his front paws planted firmly on the edge of the stool and his back legs having spread even further out, he was openly panting from the pleasure he felt. The licks had reached in deeply, teasing certain spots along the way. One of these areas was the prostate, getting the pup to start leaking precum as well. It didn’t take long for a small mess to develop on the stool’s surface. 

“D-Doug… Oh, I must admit. Your tongue always feels s-so good…” 

Doug blushed a bit from the compliment. It was something he had heard before, especially from Delilah but the words were extra effective when coming from Dawkins. And he dared to push more of his tongue inside. Not much, but enough to get Dawkins’ head to tilt back, a yelp leaving him as his cock jumped and spurt a thick line of pent up fluids. Doug heard the splash on the stool and knew instantly. He could only imagine how desperately his step-son needed this and he was here to deliver. 

Showing off some of that oral skill of his, Doug rimmed the other canine’s tailhole with much more effort. Grinding with more pressure and moving it around with increased speed, his actions brought a drastic increase of pleasure, getting Dawkins to yell out again. The younger dalmatian was blushing while panting hard, his legs shaking and the clenches of his spread hole becoming stronger.

“Ah! I’m…” Dawkins gulped, clenching his teeth from the rise that came over him. Doing his best to keep his body steady, the intelligent dalmatian reached a powerful climax. Twitching hard and shooting even harder, his length shot rope after thick rope of seed onto the stool, making the puddle he had been forming even wider. Doug kept licking, even while having his tongue squeezed so tightly from all sides. He gave plenty of attention to the prostate, helping the pup milk out as much as he could.

When it came to an end, Doug pulled his tongue free and chuckled. “There. Feeling better?” 

“Very much so. Thank you...Dad,” Dawkins said. Now that was something that really warmed his step-father’s heart. It was a title he rarely used towards Doug, but he was in a very good mood and very grateful towards the older male. He then noticed the mess he was standing in, groaning from the stickiness that clung to his paws. 

“Oh, don’t worry about that. We can clean that up later. Right now, there’s something else that needs your attention…” Doug said, a naughty smirk spreading across his muzzle. 

To be continued...