I heard my dad drone on and on about something related to school and education and other boring stuff. I looked at him and just kept nodding my head.


“Luke, you know we’re only letting you go to that school because we want you to succeed, right?”
“Yes, Dad. You’ve told me a thousand times.”


I’ve already said that before just today, but he hasn’t caught on.
Luckily, while we’re both sitting there in the living room alone, he in his fancy chair and I on a lowly couch, Mordecai struts over to greet us. The feral husky had been with Mom back in their room, but he probably had wanted a chance to say hi to us before going back to her. I motion him over and make a circling motion with my pointing finger.


At that point, he makes a 180 and the only thing I can see is his tail. More impressively is what I see when he lifts it. His tailhole is just as I had left it the night before: puffy, brown, dirty and leaking both my load and his. Mom had gotten to it since then, but there’s still some flakes I can lick off. 


My dad hasn’t stopped me, still worried about me getting sucked into politics at that university. I glance down. Sometimes, I wonder if he’ll ever finish masturbating. Though, I think the more he yells at me, the more turned on he gets.


My dad is kinda weird.


Mordecai is looking back at me, thinking that I’m crazy for making him wait. So at that point, I grab his tail at the base and dig into his third brown eye, feeling how separated his walls are yet still tugging on my tongue. His gape could probably fit my hand at this point, but I haven’t tried that yet. I moan, making the dog whine with need and my dad think I had agreed with him again. I can taste the lingering bits of dogshit, savouring them as I know I’ll be packing most of his load back in. I would probably describe the flavour as metallic, but that’s because this is straight from the source. If Dad was preparing it with his own oven - I get to help stuff sometimes - then it would be amazing, but I’d have to share it with the whole family at dinner. Mordecai’s balls are swinging against my chin, of which I take a little slurp. They feel a bit empty, but I won’t be using them anyway.
Concluding that I must be done with preparing his hole, the husky walks forward, letting me get up.
“Luke, dude.” I can tell that his train of thought had been interrupted. “I thought you were listening. Mordecai’s ass is too clean and swollen for that to be the case.”
Finally.
“Sorry, Dad. I’ve been distracted a lot lately,” I lie, “from my plug. It gets to me and I have to do something while I listen. I swear I can keep listening.”
Dad gets up from his seat, that fancy chair’s 10” long, 2” wide dildo slipping easily from his lubed slit of a mancunt. He doesn’t flinch like he used to, but takes the few steps to me. He then puts his hand on my shoulder. “Son,” he declares, “this just shows me that you’re trying to learn how to be proper and social. I’m glad that you can share with me what you’re feeling so we can keep improving together. I’ll let it slide for now, but try to pay attention a bit better when we’re out doing stuff, okay?”


Instead of rolling my eyes, I pretend to be comforted. I stroke his cock a couple times and bring my precum-soaked fingers back to my mouth. Now, that really hits the spot after munching on some dog ass, and my dad agrees. We kiss for half a minute, sharing the spicy and soft flavours, and then he strolls back to his chair, plopping straight back down on that dildo the size of my forearm.


“So anything you want to tell me about school instead of me telling you?”


Looking back over at Mordecai, who had become bored and was licking himself, I motion for him to turn again.
“Not much. I could tell you about this test I had in my math class yesterday.”


The dog stands back up, walking backward so his asshole just barely kisses my cockhead.
“What about it?” my dad asks enthusiastically. “Was it difficult? You want me to help with your studies?”


Without much ceremony, I push forward and both Mordecai and I whine from the absolute pressure and pleasure we’re both feeling.
“U-uh.. no, actually,” I stumble out. “M-my professor came to me afterward and told me he would email me for something he wanted to talk about personally.”


I could tell Dad got excited from the potential good news because his jerking sped up three times over, his leaking dick spraying just about all over his chest and chair. “That’s great news, I hope! Have you received anything from him yet?” 


My cock becomes accustomed to the wet warmth of dirty dog ass and I start to thrust. Remembering what my dad had just warned me about, I try to keep paying attention - even though a certain part of me wanted to flat-out rape this breeding hole.
“Y-yeah!” I exclaim, pausing in between thrusts. “H-he wanted to know if I could help tutor next semester.”


All motion of my dad’s hand stopped, his mouth open with shock. I could have told him I had won the lott-o-fuck lottery. After a moment - sweet silence for me to enjoy the squelching of dog ass juices flowing down my cock, over my balls and dripping onto the floor - he spoke up and continued his favourite pastime.
“Congratulations, bud! I had no idea you were such an avid student!”
“I’ll be honest, Dad. I didn’t know either.”
Coming to that point of no return, I could sense my balls lifting up to deliver its seed to my dick’s current toy. “Hold off, Dad!” I quickly shout. “I think I’m gonna blow and I don’t want to interrupt you!” He just smiled at me and nodded.
Taking that as my cue, I grasp Mordecai’s hips tighter, pulling him closer and closer to me, feeling that intense and moist pleasure, and yell loudly “Fuck yeah!” as I bury a whole day’s load directly into loose dog ass. I’m sure my parents will enjoy that tonight being in their submissive bondage gear, mouths directly linked with Mordecai’s asshole, or in the morning tomorrow as part of our collective breakfast.


“Did you enjoy yourself?” I can hear my dad confidently ask.
Realizing that my eyes had been closed the whole time, I open them to see my dad had in the meantime grabbed the cat, Totty, and turned it into a living fleshlight. Totty seemed to be in heaven at the moment, but I don’t think Dad cared particularly much.
“Yeah, and it looks like you are right now,” I mention, pointing at his smug position.
As I lean out of the husky’s hole, and subsequently seal him up with Dad’s buttplug laying on the coffeetable, the dog leans back to lick the remaining juices and then hobbles off to spend time with his bitch, dad’s wife.
Watching him trot away, I can’t help but smile too at how great life has been so far. Great parents, great school, great friends, great pets…
I sit down and look at my dad, obviously a bit absorbed into his game now that I had instigated the thought to get off. However, my gaze was reciprocated and it reminded Dad as to why we were together. He slowed down his arms, Totty panting from the repose.
“So about that tutoring position…”
“Dad!”