Goofy knew he wasn’t the smartest guy in the world. But what he lacked between his shoulders, he made up with an enormous heart. Heck, even someone as mean as Pete knew that Goofy was a sweetheart down to the core. And when it would come to his son max, he was sure he’d passed on that heart to his precious little Maxy.


And Goofy did, without a doubt. Just not in a way he imagined or in the way things would go. 


The summer before his final year in highschool Max… Changed. 


It wasn’t sudden. It was something Goofy couldn’t really describe in simple words. His Max. His little bundle of joy loves him. Always has and always will. Love him enough to break off plans with his friends to keep him company during the weekends. Taking him out to dinner and even giving him the occasional peck on the cheek. Just a lot of things that one wouldn’t imagine a young boy doing with his father doing together. 


The older Goof would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy every moment. Just being able to spend time with his son, having him help out around the house. It put any fear to rest of him and his little boy growing apart. He knew in his heart, they would be perfectly fine for the years to come in his adolescence. The thought warmed his heart and he almost wanted to brag to his friends about how much his little boy has been to him recently.


Then it happened. 


Late into the evening, Max was cleaning up the kitchen for the older Goof as he choose to head to bed early. Goofy didn’t think anything odd of it until Max came in to wish him a good night. The drowsy goof mumbled a happy reply but as he fell asleep, he felt something on his lips. Something warm and that stirred up long long hidden memories.


        “Good night dad… I love you.”


Come morning, Goofy convinced himself that what he felt was just his imagination. He was sleepy and drowsy and couldn’t make sense of what happened. Max didn’t kiss him. He didn’t break the taboo between father and son. He wasn’t that kind of boy and he wasn’t that kind of man. That’s what Goofy kept telling himself.


The days were subtly tense between them, at least on Goofy’s end. Whenever Max was around or talked to him, he wasn’t rude or anything of the sort. He’d talk to his son but he slowly picked up on the not so subtle hints between them. It all to a crescendo when Max came to him in the dead of night, waking him up. Goofy watched his son walk in, fur matching the darkness of his unlit room. He didn’t think much of it at first but that changed when he felt the familiar warm press of lips against his own.


Max wanted him. Not only as the father figure he’s built himself up to be for his little boy but as more than a friend. Goofy’s mind rattled with ways to get out of the situation but he couldn’t find the words to make his son stop. He… He could only allow his little boy to do as he pleases. Max took Goofy’s lack of resistance as the go ahead. His heartbeat was so intense he was sure he would pass out from anticipation. With this in mind, he threw himself on top of his father, hoping on the bed and holding him in a hug far more intimate than they ever have before. Pressing his bare chest against his, Max could just barely make out the intense heartbeat of his dad. It bounced against his chest like a basketball and he just knew the feeling was mutual. Or so he thought.


He couldn’t see the distraught look on his father's face in the near dark room. The first few seconds felt like they lasted for a few minutes. Goofy’s hands were nearly paralyzed, forced to clench the bed sheets for dear life and tremble with what was happening right now.


When they parted, he could only let out a laugh of relief as the fear faded away. He didn’t wait to hear what Goofy was going to say after. He hopped off the bed and ran back to his room. 


        “Max…” The ghostly feelings of his sons lips lingered on his long after he’d left. 


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Ever since that dark evening, things became a lot more intimate between father and son.


Summer had long passed and each passing day was a new trial for Goofy as the relationship with his son grew in a direction he never expected. Hugs became more intimate. Pecks on the cheek before school transformed to full blown kisses on the mouth. On the rare occasions Goofy would have to drop him and his friends off, Max would be bold enough to kiss in public, just out of view of everyone around them. He felt the lively young tongue swim around in his own spit, tasting the sweet remains of the pancakes they shared for breakfast. 


Goofy could never be sure which was coming: a slow drawn out kiss that forced him to enjoy every second or the fast peck on the lips that he wasn’t sure if it actually happened. Hugs, nuzzles or slight touches that left him feeling exposed and touched in ways he wasn’t used to.


“Max… Why do you feel this way about me?” The first time Goofy gathered the courage to ask this question, he watched his son’s expression shift. The usual loving and excited look in his eyes was replaced with anxiety, fear, nervousness and other assortments that left him feeling guilty for simply asking. He looked like he was backed into a corner, trembling like leaves trying not to be blown away in the wind.




“Because I love you dad!”
“You mean the world to me!”
“I wanted to show you just how much I love you!”


The answers he got tore him apart from inside. Max cared about him. But in a way that wasn’t right. Goofy knew it but simply couldn’t put the right words together to tell his son. Day after day, the words just seemed to get farther and harder to string.


        ‘How could I say no?’


He would always ask himself the same question at every instance. Everytime, he’d find himself always asking the same follow ups. If he did, would he push Max away forever? Could he risk doing that? Would he be willing to take that leap of faith and hope for the best?


Goofy couldn’t risk it.


Asking anyone for help would just make things worse. Goofy knew he wasn’t smart enough to figure things out by himself. But he was smart enough to know that letting others know what was going on ran the risk of losing his little boy. Possibly forever.


He wouldn’t let it happen.


Whenever Max would grab him from behind, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, he would bare with it. Feeling his little boys hands touch and fondle his chest, he would simply sit there and take it. 


The final test however came just like the first, late into the night.


Goofy was stirred awake by his son once again but he was much more aware. Max came in, closed the door and Goofy could hear the sound of the lock clicking. He understood what might happen tonight. He loved… He loves his son. Nothing in the world is more true than that. As he felt Max kiss his neck, he clenched his fist and let him do as he pleases. 


        ‘I love you Maxy.’ He told himself.


Max tickled his father's neck, transitioning into slow and careful licks. Laying on top of him, Max pressed his own hardening length against his dad’s leg, grinding against him and showing he was ready for tonight to happen. 


        “Dad, you taste so good…”


        “T-thanks Maxy.”


Max’s hand went down and gently grasped Goofy’s crotch, massaging him until he was fully excited and ready to go. Goofy focused on just loving his son to the best of his abilities. It was all he knew and all he could do that would make his Maxy happy.


        “Dad… you’re huge…”


Max’s hands moved delicately and slowly, savoring every pulse that rumbled through his fingers. The distance from the tip and base only made the longing within the young goof grow stronger. Max continued kissing his neck, over and over, while his left hand continued. 


With a shaky hand, Goofy returned the favor. Clasping his sons length, he stroked him as best as he could, slowly and gently, careful not to be tough. 


        “Yessss…” Max sighed. He adjusted himself so Goofy had better access while unfortunately denying him access to the flavorful neck he’d been kissing.


Things continued like this in the cover of darkness. Goofy was thankful for the dark, so his son couldn’t see the look on his face. He didn’t want to do this but he didn’t want to lose his son’s love. 


It was all or nothing. 


Swallowing the bitter pill, Goofy he made the move to kiss his son. Taken by surprise by his dad’s forward attitude, he melted almost on the spot. 


        “I can’t wait anymore…” He moaned, pulling away with the still fresh kiss lingering on his lips.Max finally let go of the throbbing shaft, only to crawl into his father’s lap, and slide himself over it. “Let me do everything, daddy…” He whispered as he got himself lined up.


        “... Sure thing Maxy…” Goofy whispered back. Unlike the underlying excitement from him, Goofy’s reply was almost monotone. Dry and lacking any kind of similar feelings. He knew in his heart that this was the only way for him to stay with his beloved son. And as a father, he’d have to simply bite the bullet and deal with it.


        “Ahh…!”


Max plunged himself down, taking his father down to the hilt. Goofy had to grit his teeth, trying to resist the intense grip and new heat wrapped around his sensitive shaft. He felt something warm and wet land on his stomach. He knew exactly what it was. Max being as excited as he is would let out small blasts whenever he moved, or if a strong throb came from inside. As he adjusted to the size, he slowly lifted himself up, just leaving out half of the length before coming back down, once again leaking his cream over the now stained black fur. 


Up. 


Stop.


Clench it.


Come back down.


Max repeated the process a few times over until he felt fully ready. He was thankful for his countless nights of preparation for their special evening together. Wanting to feel this kind of pleasure being given to him by the only person her cares about. Simply thinking about it would make him dizzy with desire.


He sped up, going harder than Goofy was comfortable with. The whole bed shook and squeaked under the fast and intense pace. He tried to speak up to tell his son to stop but the moans and sounds he heard him make, made it hard to speak against. He was enjoying himself. Goofy was the one making his little boy feel this way. It was that thought that made him feel slightly comfortable with the situation. 


        “Ah! Oh god yes… Do I feel good? Do you feel good?”


        “Y-yeah…”


Max leaned forward, wrapped his arms around him as he rocked his hips down, contracting around him like a snake eating its prey. He kissed him again but this time, Goofy wrapped his own arms around him. The warm, crushing action was enough for the young Goof to let out the load he’s been leaking ever since he took his daddy down to the root. Goofy felt the surge of new heat coat his stomach, staining him with his son’s essence. All the while, Max didn’t let up on the kiss. Pushing his father's tongue around like it was a candy, enjoying every touch and push that would come.


Goofy couldn’t deny his own release and to prove to his son that this night matted to him. Just not in the same way he wanted it to. 


His balls tightened up, his hands slid down his sons back and he grasped his hips, forcing him to go harder and faster. He squeezed his eyes shut as his own torrent of seed flooded his sons hole like water in a cup. He could feel the extensive load oozing out of the tight grip, coating his already sweaty and lubed cock and balls with his pent up cum. The wet squelching was a constant reminder that this wasn’t a dream and it was going to keep happening.


        “I love you dad…”


Goofy hugged his son as tight as he could.


        “I love you to son. With all my heart.”


Goofy didn’t lie. He meant every word. He knew this wasn’t the end. It was only going to develop more into something that it shouldn’t. But if it meant that him and his Maxy could still stay together.


If it meant that he was more than happy to accept this happening.