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Greg was explaining to Richie why he was taking just him out to get a tree instead of his younger brothers, for the first time. Richie didn't seem to mind though. The raccoon cub giggled and rocked a bit in the front passenger seat of the car, a wide, goofy smile on his face.
“I'll help you pick the bestest tree on the lot dad!” Richie replied with another giggle.
Greg smirked and ruffled his son's hair as they pulled into the lot for the place. The two raccoons hopped out of the car, and walked over to the fenced off area, with Christmas lights adorning the whole thing, and up to the hedgehog sitting at the front.
“Hey there, Glen.” Greg greeted.
Glen, the owner, stood up and nodded, picking up an axe he had next to his chair. “Well hey there, Greg. You're my first customer of the season.”
Greg nodded and smirked a bit. “As I am every year. Your trees are the best.”
The hedgehog nodded and knelt down in front of Richie. “You brought one of your kids this time, huh?”
Richie giggled and nodded. “I'm the same age dad was when he did this!”
Glen chuckled and handed Greg the axe. “Alright then, little lad. Help your dad pick the best tree you can.”
“Can do!” Richie replied.
Glen smiled and went to open the gate, letting the two inside. Greg ushered Richie in, and the little raccoon was blown away. It was a big, open lot, with plenty of fresh trees abound, some smaller and thin, some big and wide. All of them green, with snow covering some of the branches.
“Oh wow, this place is awesome!” Richie called out, his face lighting up.
Greg smirked and placed a paw on his son's head. “It sure is. Now let's go find us a tree!”
Richie giggled with excitement and stayed close to his dad. As the two walked around, Richie kept pointing out trees, but Greg either put them on a “list”, or rejected them outright. This made the young raccoon a little confused and upset.
“Dad, why bring me if you aren't gonna use any of my trees?” He asked, tugging at Greg's pants leg.
Greg knelt down to meet his son at eye level. “Well, you see, this is a big deal, picking a tree. You can't just go to the first one you see. You have to examine all of them, make sure they have the right feel... also Glen charges by height, so we're not about to go home with a 15 footer or something.” He finished with a wink.
Richie listened to his father closely and nodded in understanding when he finished, giving his dad a thumbs-up. “Got it!”
Greg smirked and pat his son on the rump as they continued their journey. After a couple of minutes of looking around, Richie darted off in a random direction, making Greg stop and watch. Richie ran right up to a decently round-looking tree and jumped in front of it.
“Dad! Dad! How about this one?!” He asked excitedly.
Greg smirked and slung the axe over his shoulder as he walked over. “Alright, alright, calm down, Richie.” He told his son.
The raccoon cub giggled and stopped jumping, watching as his father started to pace around the tree, his eyes narrowed as he examined the tall pine.
“Hmm... it's nice and full all around... that's good. I'd say it's about... seven feet? Yeah, that's a good ballpark for the height.” Greg smirked and pat his son on his head. “Well, you picked a winner, son!”
Richie grinned and jumped up again. “Yay!”
Greg chuckled and slipped the cover off the head of the axe. “You might want to back up, Richie.” He warned.
“Wait a minute, dad!” Richie called out.
“What, what?” Greg said, staggering a bit, as he was about to make a swing, but got surprised by Richie.
“Well... before we cut it down, we should use it for...” He started.
Greg blinked and smirked at his son as he processed what Richie was asking for. “Weren't you the same cub who was complaining about the cold before we left? What brought this on?”
Richie shuffled in the snow a little. “Well... I thought we'd be alone... and, look! We are!”
Greg sighed and set his axe against the trunk of another tree as he walked over to Richie, a paw diving down his own pants. “Fine, but we're keeping the clothes on. Understood?”
Richie nodded quickly and pressed his paws against the trunk of the tree, wiggling his rump. “Yeah, let's make it quick then, dad!”
Greg sighed and shook his head, licking his lips as he knelt down behind his son, reaching around to undo the boy's pants, pulling them and his long john underwear down far enough to expose the boy's plump, young rump. After giving his lips another lick, he spread Richie's cheeks and plunged his muzzle in, pressing his tongue against the boy's pucker and dragging over it eagerly. The sensation made Richie squeak and blush, his muzzle hanging open as his father ate him out.
“You like doing this...~” Richie managed to say through his loud moans.
Greg managed to pull himself away long enough to reply. “And you like receiving it.”
Right after saying that, he dove right into Richie's ass, now poking his tongue into the boy's hole, using one paw to keep his cheeks spread, and another to reach around and start stroking his son's cubhood. Richie could feel his eyes rolling back as he blushed heavily and whimpered, shivering slightly, both from pleasure and the cold.
“D-dad...” Richie muttered out, nearly drowned by his lustful noises, “I want it...”
Greg grinned and finally pulled away from Richie, the adult raccoon unzipping his pants, fishing around and slipping out his raccoonhood, hard and throbbing, on proud display for his son.
“Sure you have a good bearing on that tree, Richie?” Greg asked, licking his lips in lust.
“I-I'm sure, daddy!” Richie affirmed.
Greg nodded and pressed his paws to Richie's waist, and slammed into his son rather quickly, making his son let out a surprised yelp, and himself shiver and grunt. Greg huffed and hilted inside of his son with that push, the adult rubbing his son's back a little.
“Not cold, are you?” Greg teased his son.
Richie giggled a bit, squirming on his father's cock, shaking his head. “I'm fine daddy. Go for it!”
Greg nodded and started to thrust his cock into his son, quickly working up a steady rhythm, moaning as his son's hole gripped his raccoonhood tightly. The adult smirked and pulled his phone out, setting up video recording.
“Gonna make fun video~.” He said, eliciting a smirk from Richie.
Greg continued to drill his son's tailhole eagerly while recording, his son twisting slightly to shoot a peace sign while facing the camera as he continues getting plowed by his father. Greg whined and sped up, his body smacking audibly against his son's ass, Richie clawing at the tree and moaning and whining loudly. The adult raccoon smirked and reached back down around, squeezing onto Richie's cubhood again, the father stroking his son once more.
“D-dad... more...” Richie moaned out, shivering and panting.
“Hehe, you sure, kiddo?” Greg asked, “I'm already going hard on you.”
Richie's only response was a nod. Greg chuckled and slowed down his thrusts, practically to a stop. After a few seconds, Greg slammed back in, his thrusts getting wild and quick as he ravaged his son. Richie's reaction was a very loud gasp, with his eyes shooting open. At this point, he was leaning his entire body against the tree, his muzzle hanging open as his father wrecked him.
“This... is more like it!” He exclaimed in lust.
Greg ran a paw against his son's cheek as he continued to both fuck him like an animal, and stroke him off like an expert. He loved when his son acted like a slut, and this was no exception. But he could feel it, he wouldn't be able to last much longer.
“Rich... goddamn... I can't last...”
“Give it... to me...dad!” Richie ordered, in pure, unfiltered lust.
That was all Greg needed. With one last, hard push, Greg slammed in, moaning loudly and gritting his teeth as he shot his load deep into his son. Richie let out a small squeak as he felt the warm feeling of his father's seed fill up the deep corners of his body. This feeling sent Richie over, shooting a decent load onto the tree itself. The two of them collapsed onto the tree, panting heavily.
“Mmmm... satisfied now, Richie?” Greg asked tiredly.
Richie nodded slowly and smiled another goofy smile. “Y-yeah...”
Greg nodded and hugged his son. “Good... 'cause we really should get this thing out of here before more customers show up and see us.”
Richie's eyes shot open, and he blushed with slight embarrassment. The two raccoons quickly cleaned up and got dressed, with Greg reclaiming his axe to cut it down, calling over Glen to help them carry the tree.
“Alright... we'll talk price when we get this inside. Did you two have fun on your first tree shop together?” The hedgehog asked.
“Oh, well... you could say that.” Greg said, winking at his son.
Glen chuckled, oblivious to the true meaning of Greg's statement. After paying for the tree, the two loaded it up on top of the car, evidence of their passion still dripping off a branch, and drove off, Greg giving Richie his phone to watch the recording, because he had a feeling his son would want to see on the way back home. He was right, of course.",
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