Dad’s lessons

The whistle signaling the end of practice was blown hard, making all the teens break formations, remove helmets and start to walk towards the locker room. 

“Great practice guys. Offense is getting stronger but we still gotta polish some corners in defense. Coleman, I want you to get your head into the practice when we’re here, if I see you’re not listening to me because you can’t stop looking at the bleachers you’re going into the bench.” the coach snarled the last comment towards one of the wolves. 

“Damn sense of smell in that one, he can smell the ones that want to get in his pants...” he though while he scribbled down some notes about another player.

His son was also doing good, but not as good as he knew he could be. Every friday practice he did a bit less any other day. Maybe he wasn’t fully ready for his father’s lessons yet, but the male family tradition meant they had to start when he turned 18. And that had been a month ago.

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“Hey Spike! Did you see that Marina chick on the bleachers? She was checking you out a lot, among other things” the wolf named Coleman winked at the coach’s son.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Coleman? You make it sounds like I’m a dumb guard dog.” growled the doberman at the wolf. 

“And no, I didn’t see anyone at the bleachers. Didn’t even looked in that direction. You know my dad is strict when it comes to practice and I don’t want him to lecture me about the importance of focusing in the game when we’re home.” he continued as he removed his top, revealing a short coat of black and tan fur, damp from the sweat.

“Okay, fine ‘Junior’.” the wolf replied, which made the Doberman turn towards him, growling louder and baring his teeth.

“Dude chill! It’s just a joke.” Coleman said as he cowered away from the angry doberman. “You really need to get laid, or wank. I can’t believe you’ve never dated anyone in school.”

“Shut up and try to get your blood to stay on your head. We don’t need you to start humping the ball... again” said the half naked teen as he turned away from the now blushing wolf, back to his belongings.

Some others chuckled at the comment, and the memory. 

A quarter of an hour passed, and half the team had already showered and left. But not the doberman, he had to wait until his dad finished whatever he did after practice to go home. It usually meant waiting for him a few minutes, but now he could have taken a shower and changed into clean clothes since he was taking so long.

At least he had time to think of new things to put in his head next friday. Since he started getting special lessons by his father at home, he had to fight his cock from getting hard at practice. Even in the locker room, he had to be more serious until everyone else left, lest they see him with a hard-on in his pants. He didn’t care much if he was seen, but he also wasn’t keen on having to answer questions as to why he was aroused in the middle of the locker room, and right after a long practice.

Another 15 minutes passed, and the last guy from the team was leaving: the kicker, a rabbit who had a great leg and also a line of colleges throwing themselves at him. He just gave a nod in the doberman’s direction before he disappeared outside. His dad showed no signs of appearing anytime soon. But at least he didn’t have to hold back anymore, so he let his member do as it pleased. 

It got engorged with blood fast now that there were no barriers to it. Not completely hard, but hard enough that it showed on his tight pants, along with an small wet spot on the tip’s outline.

The pressure on his hardness made him whimper and lower his ears. He wanted, and needed to reach down and take care of it, but he couldn’t do anything to that area until this week’s lesson began. Besides, this week it was his turn to use his cock, so if he started to touch himself and was caught, he would have to use his ass again. He wouldn’t complain, after all his dad was teaching him how to fuck and be fucked. ‘Some family tradition’ he used to think, but he couldn’t deny that he was learning how please any partner he might have in the future, he was enjoying it a lot. 

“Adam! Sorry about the wait pup, just had to get something ready for today. I’ll be there in a minute!” came a shout from his dad’s now slightly open office.

“Ok dad! Can we get some food on the way home for later or will we cook something?” he shouted back, and then sighed. Practice always made Adam very hungry, and his stomach was getting the upper hand on need for attention fast.

Steps echoed through the locker room as Adam Sr. walked towards his son carrying a box with both paws, his expression changed and showing a smile to his son, who was making him prouder each day. Good grades, great sports player, and well endowed. He would make anyone he chooses to be with a very happy person. 

His own malehood started to react at the thought of his son. He was very glad that he had accepted to be given the lessons his own father taught him, and his father before him, all the way back to 10 generations already. Adam Sr. remembered how his father used to tell him after some of his lessons about how the family originally started them when they turned 15, but the law started to get harder and they had to change the age of initiation. It was not a very big setback, since they could get some theoretical info from magazines and some word of mouth, and nowadays there were a lot of places to learn online, but it didn’t compare to putting the knowledge into practice.

“I don’t really feel like cooking anything, so unless you want to cook afterwards, we’re going for some burgers on the way home.” he said, trying to keep the focus away from the box he had. He sat on the bench, next to Junior, eyeing his pants.

“You’re getting more eager each week, son. I like that. That drive means you’re healthy.” Adam Sr reached between his son’s legs and stroked and squeezed the hardening cock, the wet spot getting bigger at the touch. “Today is gonna be a good lesson. Now put on a shirt, it’s chilly outside and I don’t want you catching a cold.”

Adam Jr got up and walked to his bag, producing a white t-shirt that he put on his now dry, but still musky body, picked the bag up and started to head to his father’s truck while he stayed behind to close up the room.

The drive back home was spent with both dobermans talking about their day, and of the game they would have 2 weeks from that friday, which meant that they would have to move that week’s lesson to Saturday, when neither of them had to go outside. They grinned at each other, knowing that they would most likely spend all day long practicing how to fuck. 

Once they got home, Junior darted to the laundry room to leave his bag and removed his t-shirt and pants right then and there, staying only in a snug jockstrap that his father had gotten him. Now that he was out of the restrictive pants and was away form any stranger’s eyes, his cock was given liberty to grow to full size, stretching the elastic in the front. Junior cupped his balls which were now heavy and more than likely very full. HIs father had told him that to enjoy his lessons more, he could try not to masturbate for a couple of days if he wanted, and since he wanted to enjoy them to the fullest extent, he stopped masturbating altogether after the second week.

He left the laundry room with one hand scratching his chest while the other one was lazily cupping his balls and tickling his tip through the jock’s fabric. His father was on the couch, also clad only in a jockstrap, giving off a scent that was less musky yet equally masculine and inviting. After sitting down next to his father and mentor, Junior leaned onto his father’s shoulder, sniffing the scent from his neck, one hand rubbing his chest, the other one caressing his inner thigh, riding slowly upward to his groin. He breathed on the older male’s neck, getting a low rumble from his father’s throat as he relaxed in his arms. Junior used his body to push his father to lie on his back while he was on his side. The hand that was on the thigh gave a quick jump to his maker’s balls, squeezing them lightly and getting a growl from his father.

“You went to my junk too quickly pup, I’m barely beginning to get a semi. You have to take your time, you can’t just go in and out, gotta make the one you’re with enjoy it and want it as much as you.” his father said as he started to caress his son’s side. He remembered how it was at his age, body brimming with hormones and need to release, but he had to stay firm on the teachings, even if he too wanted to go faster.

“Sorry, just a bit pent up.” 

“I can tell. I’m glad you’re not humping my leg too, you’d leave an even bigger spot of matted fur. Now continue with the right pacing.”

Junior removed his paw from his father’s balls and placed it on his navel, sliding it to his side and upwards to his chest. He used his other hand to lift himself and move on top of the older male. His father took the chance to inhale his son’s scent: manly, musky, arousing. He placed a paw on the side of his son’s face, looking into his eyes tenderly.

“You’re so handsome, pup.” whispered the father as he moved his head forward, giving a tender, loving kiss to his son.

The younger doberman gave into the kiss as soon as their lips touched, moving his hips in a single slow humping motion that made them both moan. Adam Sr was getting aroused now, and he was sure that Junior knew it. They continued kissing for some time, exploring each other’s body with their hands and getting a rhythm when humping each other’s hardness. Soon there was a puddle of precum between them, their jockstraps’ front’s soaking wet with the clear and slick liquid that made each movement of their hips more eager. There were growls and claws were extended to scratch the other one with the burning passion between them.

Junior broke the kiss when he felt air was missing from his lungs; he hadn’t mastered how to breathe while kissing another person yet. He was panting on his father’s face, looking into the  older pair of eyes, seeing the pride and love they felt for him. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to see those eyes forever, so he tried to burn them in his memory every time they appeared, the dark color, the shape, the small wrinkles that were around them. He wanted to take it all in for the time when he wouldn’t be able to see them anywhere but there.

“I love you dad.” he said softly, tears forming in his eyes as he held himself close to the one person who had always been there for him. He clung to his father’s form like a small, scared pup after the lights went out in a storm.

His father wrapped his arms around him in a protective embrace. The kind that let a kid know that everything will be alright without the need for words. The kind of embrace in which all children felt safe from all harm. He was glad that him and his son were getting closer again after Junior became a teen. For a moment he could see the little form of his son when he was a kid, not wanting to let go of his dad on the first days of school. He would give him that same kind of hug that made it all right and then see him off for class while he went to work.

“I love you Adam” the older male said softly and licked his son’s nose like he did when he was a baby.

Both father and son stayed in their embrace for a few more minutes, not really wanting to let go.

“I have something new for today’s lesson pup” Adam Sr said after noticing that he was now as hard as his son, perhaps even harder. 

He motioned his son to move and let him get to the box he brought from the locker room. He opened it and took out an object wrapped in paper, which was revealed to be a rubber ring. Junior gave a quizzed look at it; he knew they were going to use toys sometimes, but the ring looked too big to be a cock ring.

“Take off that wet jock, get up and pass it to me pup”

Junior did as he was told as fast as he could. He was curious, and eager to know what his father had in store for them today. He knew that this time they would focus on his topping ability, so that meant that the ring was either for him or his dad, or so he thought. His gaze was fixed on it, not being able to guess what they would use it for.

“Today we’re going to do something called frotting, and to make it easier to perform we’ll be using this” said the father as he held the ring in front of him for his son. With the ring in one hand and the wet jockstrap in the other, he started to rub the inside of the pouch on the ring’s insides. When he felt he had coaxed enough precum to lubricate it, he tossed it to the side and removed his own jock, revealing a red, veiny, throbbing 6.5” cock and gave himself a hard stroke. The action got a gasp out of his muzzle, and a copious amount of precum on his paw. He held it like a cup to prevent any leaks and walked to his son.

“We need to get to a bed now. Which room do you want to go pup? Yours or mine?” he asked as if he was asking what flavor of ice cream he would like to get.

“Yours dad. I... I really like the way you smell and being surrounded by your scent always makes me feel better.” came the answer of the now blushing young doberman, making the older one chuckle at the honest answer.

“You’re still such a pup, Adam” said the father with a warm smile that made his son’s ears lower a bit. “Though not all of you is pup-sized” he continued with a wink in the direction of the younger male’s 6” cock.

“You teasing jerk...” came his answer as he walked past his dad to his room, stroking his own hardness while meeting his father’s gaze with a wink of his own. 

Adam Sr was getting harder and hornier as he watched his son’s bubble butt swaying before his eyes on the way to his room. He would surely enjoy next week’s lesson. He was going to introduce the pup to prostate milking. He recalled how he enjoyed it himself with his father, having him stimulate like only he could. His knees felt weaker at the memory, which brought him back to the here and now and followed Junior into the room.

“Don’t sit just yet. I have to prepare this” the father said as he sat on the bed and slid the ring on his cock all the way to the base, and then to his balls. He then moved back on the bed and lied on his back, one arm behind his head.

“Come here and sit over me with your balls touching mine.” he commanded.

Junior walked over to the edge of the bed and climbed on his father as told. Their balls and cocks were in direct contact with each other, one slick shaft gliding on the other. Junior breathed deeply, not wanting his knot to form fully yet, he would need it later according to the lesson’s plan.

His father took both of them on his free hand squeezed, adding more pressure to the contact between them. Junior whimpered at this, he wanted so bad to start bucking his hips and get some release.

“Move your hips back and forth pup. Imagine my hand is the entrance to a nice, tight hole.” came another command from the father. Junior was more than happy to obey, but felt frustrated that he still couldn’t give in to his need to hump away just yet. He moved slowly on the hand that held them together, suppressing more whimpers as pleasure took over him.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it pup?”

“Very -hnng- nice.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to lose yourself in... -gasp- just a little bit more. Lift yourself up a bit now.” With that said, Adam Sr let go of the cocks that were so comfortable in his grip. As his son ended their cock on cock contact, he reached down and pulled the ring all the way up to  the tip of his cock.

“What we did is called frotting. As you saw, it’s pretty much done only by males, for obvious, and hard, reasons.” he said with a chuckle. “It’s also usually done with one participant’s hand holding both cocks in place against each other since the precum can easily make them move sideways, but that’s the reason I got this.” they both looked at the ring, glistening with their natural lubricant.

The father used his precum filled hand to apply it to both their cocks, not that there was a shortage of it, since they both were leaking profusely, but the ring was new and most likely very tight, so they would need as much of it as they could get. The father aligned both cocks and started to move the ring over them. The tightness became apparent as soon as the ring passed their cock heads. The pressure and the small involuntary twitches coaxed little ahh’s from both father and son as the ring moved down. 

The feeling brought brought back more memories for Adam Sr, of how it felt to share a person with his father for the first time during one college break. He wondered if he would get to experience the same with his son, who would soon go to a college himself. It would be really nice if he could enjoy with his son the same things he enjoyed with his father, he thought.

“I think this is down enough, don’t know how hard it would be to get it off if we put it past our knots. Better play it safe until it’s stretched out and used more” said Adam Sr once the ring went past half their cocks’ length. “It should stay there and leave our hands free to do other things. Try moving your hips again.”

The young doberman’s hips started to buck slowly, making his member rub against his father’s in a most pleasurable way. He hunched his back forward and put his arms on his father’s torso, just as his father’s hands were finding their way to his own. The father started to lazily trace a claw from his son’s chest down to his sweaty abs, marveling at the perfect body that was on top of him. He could see how his son’s muscles contract and relax under his fur with each movement, inhaling more of the musk and the scent of sweat he was giving off, getting more aroused with each thrust. He had created and shaped that body. His boy was now a man, and what a man he was.

Junior started to pick up the pace, his mind being buried by lust. He had waited a week without release and now his need was winning. He dug his claws in his father’s shoulder and lowered himself until they were face to face again, their bellies adding extra sensations to the mix of flesh on flesh pleasure. His father was being drowned by his own lust. When he felt Junior coming down on him and their cocks being trapped between them he started to hump away by instinct, wrapping his arms around his son’s back. 

They were both moaning and panting. Both doberman’s minds were nonexistent now, all that was left was the need to climax, to release as much seed as they could. The knots that were half full a few minutes ago were now fully engorged and rubbing on each other, adding more pleasure to the frenzy. The father’s paws were roaming over his son’s back and sides, clawing on him because of the pleasure, leaving scratch marks on him, sometimes even drawing out some blood. They kissed again, this time a kiss full of passion, tongues clashing in their maws, moans and grunts exchanged directly, so strong they could be felt by the other one.

The went faster, their cocks dripping as if they were faucets matting their fur and making it feel better on them. The dobermans’ grip on each other tightened as they got closer and closer to their climax. Junior’s mating instinct kicked in with full force, breaking the kiss and biting hard on his father’s shoulder while he gave harder and increasingly erratic thrusts. He could taste blood, firing his brain and body in ways he had never known.

His father couldn’t resist after being bitten. He shouted in pleasure as his throbbing cock shot once, and again and again and again, emptying his balls and covering father and son in his seed.

Adam Sr. was not done with his orgasm when his son started to have his. More potent, his seed shot out with amazing pressure, reaching past his father’s chest onto his neck, where it started to dribble into the bed. The remaining spurts mixed with his father’s between them, matting the black and tan fur, digging the scent of cum and sex deep into it so that they would need more than just a shower to get it off. The result of the most intimate act a father and son could have was now between them, keeping them together in a bond of love and seed. 

After riding out his orgasm, Junior let go of his father’s shoulder and lapped at the bite between pants, feeling sorry for letting himself go so far as to hurt the most important person in his life.

“That was amazing!” exclaimed Adam Sr between pants and huffs, his stamina depleted, he could only face the ceiling while he regained his breath. He didn’t break his embrace over his son, he just left his arms there, holding them together in the afterglow and whispered to his son how much he loved him.

After a few minutes of just lying in bed, the father noticed that his son’s breathing was calming down, and his body was relaxing in his arms. 

“Going to sleep already pup?” he asked. But he couldn’t blame his son for that since he too was feeling drowsy now. They sure did make each other tired. The only answer Junior gave was nuzzling his father’s neck, meaning he had lost the battle for consciousness.

“We will continue the lesson in the morning then” he said as he kissed his son’s forehead and closed his eyes, giving way to a peaceful sleep.