A Scholarly Lesson


Clyde looked up to Balthazar for the third time in a row.   Pondering just how to word a question for his dad when it involved...  Well, how do you ask him about sex?  I mean, it’s his father!  Just looking at the picture of Nu Mou sexual anatomy in the book in front of him brought forth embarrassing and amusing images of dad and mom, grinding together in lewd ways.


… and that was hot.  Hotter than this oh too slow summer day, as fantasies of his parents having sex danced and jiggled entirely too much in his head for his own comfort.  Especially, well, when thinking of dad.  He wondered how big he was in certain places, but he dared not ask something that embarrassing or strange.


“So, is there something on your mind?  You look like you want to ask me something, staring at me over these last few minutes,” his dad said.  


Hearing his father ask him what he was thinking of the young boy caused him to blush brightly under his brown hide.  He nearly jumped in his chair with a thump of his tail as he stuttered, “Oh, oh, it’s, it’s nothing, really dad.”  Doing his best to just casually close the book he was reading. So of course it snapped closed with a resounding thump.


Balthazar chucked a little as Clyde did his best to try and not bring any notice to the book in front of him.  “The Birds and the Bees of Ivalice” was anything and everything but ornithology and melittology.   An infamously cheeky book on the more carnal nature of anatomy and sex of and between the various races.


“I see, I suppose it’s that time you’re learning about how you came into this world,” Balthazar said as he walked over to pet his son’s thick red mane, “It’s certainly a time encounter strange feelings and stranger thoughts about sex”


Clyde’s dark ears blushed, as the young Nu Mou shifted on his seat.  “Y, yeah,  it’s uh, kinda funny, thinking of you and mom… well, you know,” he said as he tried to not think of his mom, bared on their bed, while his dad was ... !!!  To his horror each time the young boy tried to not think of that lewd act the fantasy just got more and more vivid.


“It’s not like you haven’t seen us naked before, even now we sometimes go to the sauna or bath together,” Balthazar said.


“But now I’m going to think of your, um... “ Clyde covered his eyes with a helpless giggle,  “and mom and you two making me, goodness.”


“Ah, yes, I was the same way at your age, but it’s all natural and nothing to be ashamed of.  Everyone has those parts, and they’re all different.  And well, it’s fun to enjoy them, but one has to be careful,” Balthazar said as he pondered, seeming lost in thought.  


“I suppose the important thing is to be honest and considerate about your feelings and intentions,” the elder Nu Mou added.


“Honest and considerate?” Clyde asked his dad.


His dad had a more serious face as he said, “Yes, there may be some who wish to use your youthful curiosity for their own pleasures, whether you are willing or not.”


“So, maybe I should avoid, um, playing? with others,” the boy asked with an awkward fidget of his thick tail.


“Oh, it’s perfectly natural to want to, and when you find someone whose company you truly enjoy, sex will even be something you wish to seek out. It’s just to be accepting of others' feelings if they aren’t ready, and to be OK to say no yourself if you’re not comfortable yourself,”  Balthazar gave his son a big hug as he finished that more serious moment. Hoping to lighten the mood.


Clyde tried to not think about the sweaty scents of his father, or how that big belly pressed against the side of his lap.  How close his thigh was to his father’s lap.  He nodded his head as he obviously thought over these words and feelings.  “Is, is it alright if I think other boys are more attractive than girls?”  He finally managed to squeak out.


The older Nu Mou gave his son another big hug and made the boy squeak once more. “Of course, it takes time to learn what your heart desires, just as everyone looks a little different on the outside, everyone dreams of their own desires as well,”  Balthazar said.


“And if I think you’re the most handsome person I know?” Clyde asked with a nervous thump of his taill.


Balthazar gulped! at this turn of events.  Of course, one’s parents were often your first and truest love.  But typically not in a sexual way.  Clyde watched his dad pick out his words after a nervous pause.  


“Eh, well, um, one should be careful of that.  It’s generally a very taboo subject there,” his father finally managed to say with much trepidation. 


Clyde nodded, “That’s true, incest can cause many issues, to have a parent and child create another child will lead to many probems. ... But, well, we can’t have a child now, can we?” Clyde felt the fur from his head to his tail frizzle and his ears heated at his suggestion.  He knew well, if he was ever going to be brave enough to ask such a lewd suggestion, this was the day.  He now just hoped he wouldn’t be grounded forever for such impudence.


Balthazar’s own ears blushed just as vividly, a hint of pink on the dark dark skin.  The two Nu Mou made a nervous taptaptap rhythm of tails big and small thumping together in excitement to such a terribly exciting suggestion. “You do know what taboo means, right?”  His dad asked this more directly to him.


Clyde nodded and bit his lip as an amusingly cheeky reply came to mind.  Well, in for a penny... 


“Taboo is something we shouldn’t do, but wasn’t it not that long ago when two men loving eachother was also just as taboo,” he replied to his dad, trying to grin as... suave? as possible.  Even as sweat beaded down his head and his heart fluttered like a terrified moth in his chest.  


“Well yes, but, I don’t think fathers and sons in intimate love will become as acceptable,”  Bathazar said as Clyde watched him adjust his robes, obviously trying to hide his erection.  The boy’s own robes felt like they weren’t hiding his youthful erection at all, but he didn’t want to bring attention to his lap at all.


“Oh! Well, um, I didn’t mean love like that, I mean, I love you!  But as my dad, not as a lover,” Clyde giggled and fidgeted his fingers together as he tries to figure out the words, “It’s just, well, I kind of want to know how it was like when er, you and mom got together and, uh, well, see what it’s like to watch another… orgasm?” The word was awkward, new to his tongue.  He hoped he said it right.


His dad gave a relieved sigh at those words, “I love you too my son, but I think mom would flay us both if we became lovers in an intimate way, but,” he trailed off in thought.  


Clyde smiled more, brightening up after such an embarrassing gaffe.  Giggling as his dad fidgeted more with his robe. This was only drawing his son’s big eyes down to look over that bulge he was trying to conceal.  It was certainly there!  Not very big, but he wasn’t very big himself, so he supposed he shouldn’t be too surprised.  Balthazar realized where his son’s attention had wandered to and shyly covered himself with his hands.


“I mean, I’ve seen it all before, I just wanted to… well, um, give it a kiss?”  Clyde covered his own face as he said so, realizing what a strangely lewd thing he was asking.  Kiss the penis that fucked his mom to create him.  And he certainly had never seen his dad aroused anytime before, a very alluring thought. Penises are often similar, but they are all unique too.


“Eh heh, I’m thinking you’ve got some lessons outside of that book now.  Did someone tell you what sucking meant?” Balthazar asked as he sat beside his son.  Brushing the boy’s long ears as his son leaned into his father’s chest.  The two were breathing intensely now, both quite aware of the powerful arousal shared between them.  Clyde found the feeling rather nice, if strange.  It was natural to get aroused. Just usually this wasn’t for your dad who’s nearly forty years older than you.


“Yeah, I thought sucking was just kinda, a bad thing, but then it’s also something adults do to each other's penises, and now I wonder why it’s considered so bad?  Is that taboo as well?”  Clyde asked with a tremble in his voice.  It was weird, talking about erections and lust and sex with his dad.  His big, fat, hairy old dad, when he was not even a teenager yet.  He had only recently even noticed those budding feelings of arousals and erections.  And here he was suggesting he give his father a blowjob.  


But this was also his dad, warm, comforting, and loving.  Who would tuck him in and sing stories to him at night when he couldn’t sleep.  Even if the steadily greying Nu Mou was all too often buried in his studies and writing.  One he should be able to confide in, even with something this embarrassing. 


Balthazar thought over the answer, as Clyde greedily pressed into the hands stroking his fluffy red mane.  “Some men consider it a sign of weakness, to give another pleasure than to just receive their own.  I for one feel that’s a very silly thought.  What’s more loving than to give another joy, after all?” Balthazar smiled to his son. “And sometimes that joy brings even greater gifts into the world, like you.”


The young boy giggled and covered his eyes with his ears, it was sappy but undeniably cute.  He took a deep breath, and figured now or never for a most daring request, “So, you wouldn’t mind if I got to try and give you some pleasure then, just a curious bit of experimentation to see how it feels, right?” Clyde asked with a glitter of mischief in his amber eyes and a huge playful grin, even as he shook like a leaf in a storm against his father.


That sweet small lurch in his father’s grip answered so nicely for Clyde.  He already knew what the answer was before his dad could steady himself once more.  Balthazar was looking over at the study door for a long moment before he said,  “Um, well… hmmm, I suppose… just remember, if I say we’re done, then that will be it.  Sex shouldn’t be something we force or cajole, but gently share so both are equally delighted.”


Clyde looked up curiously when his dad got up. The older Nu Mou’s crimson mane was grizzled with grey splotches, dulled over the years.  His dark skin was no longer as soft, wrinkly and leathery in places.  But he walked with a calm careful grace still as he walked to the door.  The young boy tried to not sigh, suspecting he pushed his hand too far, “Ah, ok, I do understand, this probably is too much for each of us, isn’t it?”


“You normally would be right, but well, your mom will be gone for the evening, so… well… “ Balthazar let the sentence trail off as he closed the door with a gulp. His son realized he was just ensuring privacy for their time.  “After all, I am in charge of your studies, and should ensure you are well practiced for everything life will challenge you with,” the elder Nu Mou said, perhaps trying to justify such a taboo decision.  


Before his father could even turn back around Clyde was taking his robe off.  His father made an odd sound between a chuckle and a gasp as his pulled his robe off. The young boy’s tented underwear shown off before he slid it right down.  Arousal certainly won over fear today, as he realized a moment later, here he was getting naked in front of his dad.  Not for a bath or a sauna but for sex.  His small erection stiff on his hairless lap and balls dangling between his legs.  Exposing himself for his father to look over sexually. 


“Goodness, you um, you move fast.  You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you,” His dad teased with a nervous chuckle.  Clyde could certainly feel the difference in the air.  That strange tension of arousal was palpable in the air as wel as between his legs.  An needful feeling that was almost aching in it’s strength. He could understand his dad’s warnings a little more on how easy it might be to go too far.


Balthazar took a deep breath and walked back just as slow and serenely, taking a deep breath to show he was in control of himself.  Even though his own erection was very obvious, shifting his robe to and fro with each step.  He said, “Let me have a seat by you and I can get out of this robe too, just like when it’s bath time.  Except normally you shouldn’t be getting naked in my study.  Really, I wouldn’t suggest a study for sex in general, but well, this is for your studies after all”


The middle aged Nu Mou sat himself down and couldn’t help but but laugh as his son immediately started to lift his white robes off of him.  Lifting his arms as he added, “I don’t think even your mom moved this fast back then.”


The robe was a lot bigger and heavier than Clyde had expected.  He was careful to get it free of his dad’s arms and bare the older Nu Mou.  His bulged underwear was very shown off with a damp spot against the tip.  Clyde looked over his dad exposed like this, with his fat chest and thick dark nipples.  Brown hide and black skin peeking around his belly button.   A tuft of faded red fur peppered with grey poked out the top of his underwear.


Clyde was already pulling his dad’s underwear down as Balthazar stood himself up.  Careful to unclasp the button around his heavy tail first, before his eager son popped the button right off.  His own curvy erection bared to the room for his son to look over and explore in all of his paternal glory.  


The young Nu Mou trembled as he admired his father’s penis, such a strangely arousing thing to do.  He took a moment to compare to his own.  His father wasn’t very big, which made him feel a little better as he was smaller yet.  But Nu Mou weren’t often known for being massive in that area anyways.  Both have fuzzy brown hide at their base that gives way to black skin, with thick soft foreskin.  It seemed the boy’s was a little longer there, whereas his dad’s dark glans just poked out.  And of course, most obvious was the huge fluff of grey and red fur upon his father’s lap and balls.  His own yet to grow in, so the young boy still had the velvet sleekness of his brown hide on his lap.


Balthazar took a big breath and carefully hugged his son closer until their erections bumped together.  Comparing himself with his son now after watching the youth look him over so intently, “I see you haven’t grown in your hair yet.  It'll be really tickly, but at least our “lower mane” is a lot more soft than others.”


Clyde gently bumped his own tip to his father’s larger erection.  Liking how his was a little more straight to his dad’s curved penis.  The feel of their deep purple-black tips pushing together and smooshing soft foreskin together was nice.  A giggle as he thought of that dumb joke about balls touching making one gay.  Well, certainly he got to push his own against his dad’s hairier sac.  Tickly soft lap fur brushed at his bare lap during that very gay touch.  Both breathed deep, noses almost touching as they each watched their erections bump and rub, aimlessly touching to share that gentle arousing sensation.


“Have you had, um, any wet dreams yet?”  Balthazar asked his son.  The younger Nu Mou quizzically turned his head before his tail stiffened.  He recalled reading about sexual dreams and waking up to orgasms.  He thought about the last couple years, and the strange dreams and feelings he was exploring right now with his father.


“Erm, I don’t think i’ve woken up sticky yet… though I've, well, had a few dreams just like this with you in them.”  Clyde bashfully added as he finally used his fingertips to slide his dad’s foreskin back. Then his own. Comparing how similar the two fat dark cocktips looked to each other.  Certainly could tell they were related there, as he rubbed his dry tip to his dad’s leaking glans.  He rubbed a finger against the slick fluid to curiously taste.  Delighted by the mild flavor and the wide eyed blush his father made watching him.


“Oh!  Oh!, Um, you probably want to keep that dream just between us then. You still have some growing to go then,” Balthazar said.  Both were wide-eyed as they breathed heavily, noses almost touching as the conversation went quiet for a long moment.  Awkwardly frotting and touching each other, each feeling the age difference between them couldn’t be more blatant.


Clyde’s big smile and curious touches were still full of kindness, even with his reckless enthusiasm.  He certainly wasn’t lying about why he wanted to do this.  Rubbing his fingers through the thick fluff of fur on his father’s lap to compare to the velvet sleekness of his own.  “Ok Dad, I will.  And you’re right, we really shouldn’t be doing this should we.  Yet, it’s kind of fun isn’t it?”  He said with a giggle. Leaning in curiously to give his father a small kiss on his lips.


Balthazar beamed at the kiss.  "Of course. That's why you need to be careful with one's feelings. Or you'll end up with your son fondling you on a lazy and hot summer afternoon." The older Nu Mou teased his son who made an annoyed face.  “It is easy to get confused by feelings of love and lust, and be driven mad by desire.  But these moments can also one of the most beautiful things one can share with those they love.”  The older Nu Mou chuckled a little and gave his son a kiss back and added, “This certainly wasn’t part of any books I read on parenting, maybe we should update them on our findings after this.”


Clyde chuckled and leaned in closer to his father, with the awkward moment gone  he decided to test his courage again.  He gave his dad’s erection a tiny kiss with an exagerated smooch sound.  He could feel it jerk against his lips and tongue when he pressed that soft foreskin back and licked his cocktip.  Another slower, deeper kiss and he felt a thick squirt of warm salty sweetness ooze onto his tongue.


The boy pulled back, a ribbon of precum connecting his lips to his dad’s cock. The sudden squirt had him slightly confused, as it seemed the same as the precum.  Peeking up as he thought it over,  “that’s um, just a lot of precum, right? Or was…?” he said as he giggled and peeked down.  Surely there was more than that.


“Oh, you’ll know when I orgasm, it’s a lot more intense.  Just some of us can get, well, really drippy when we’re very excited.”  Balthazar’s tail stiffened as the boy’s nose disappeared under his belly once more.  His son rewarded with the feel of hands rubbing at his mane and ears with a trembling moan from the big fat Nu Mou.


This time the young boy was going fully in on giving his dad a blow job.  He tried to remember what he had seen in pictures.  Dipping his head down until his nose brushed against his dad’s lap fluff.  He could feel the curve of the thick erection in his mouth.  Big and awkward feeling, he was uncertain how to hold his mouth.  He suspected his teeth weren’t exactly comfortable, but it was hard to not have them scrape accidentally.  And opening his jaws that wide was trickier than he expected.


“Nng, Ah, Clyde, do be careful about your teeth.  You may need to open your mouth more, er, … “ Balthazar started and then stopped for a moment.  His son curiously tried to open his jaws more, but he was quickly feeling his mouth get sore.  He felt like he was at a doctor or something, sticking his tongue out and rubbing it awkwardly against his dad’s penis.  Certainly there had to be something more to this act, right?  He had a feeling there was a balance to reach but the few pictures he had seen didn’t really answer how things moved together down here.


“Ah, per, perhaps I should help demonstrate how this works then?”  Balthazar stuttered out as he shifted himself to sit up.  The young Nu Mou felt a gentle nudge of hands on his cheeks, realizing he was to pull himself free.


A wet “mwuah!” of a silly kiss sound was made as Clyde pulled free and asked, “really?!” Just as surprised by the offer as his dad seemed to be. But definitely the more enthusiastic about the idea of the pair.  His young dick jumped as he sat himself on the stool beside his father to see what to do next.


“Well then, let me see, my knees don’t kneel like they used to.  I guess I can get you sitting on the table edge then,”  Balthazar seemed to realize that his lesson on the birds and bees was getting away from his control at this point.


The boy was to the table to clamber up before his dad could even get up once more.  Sitting on the edge with his legs spread. His little boy dick was proudly stiff for attention, awaiting his dad to come to pleasure him like he might wait for his dad to help comb his mane.  “Like this right? so you can sit on your tail?”  He said with an smile, eager to be helpful.


As Blathazar walked over to his spread legged boy they both had a rather amused expression on their face.  Certainly Clyde never expected to have his father go down on him, and he doubts his dad ever thought he’d be kissing boy dick again.  His legs wiggling eagerly as he felt his tail knock papers about the table.  He better help pick those up after this!


His dad started with a kiss, a warm gentle caress of lips on lips, sweet, gentle and almost innocent.  If it wasn’t for kissing quite so direct and lustful.  Clyde shivered as his dad’s lips tickled down his neck.  A faint bite against his velvety brown hide caused him to squeal and paw at his father’s shoulders.  Such ticklish heat was wonderfully arousing, he almost wished he could take notes now. 


The young Nu Mou was wide eyed as his father planted soft kisses along his chest.  Teasing his pudgy dark nipples with a tickling lick. Then easing down to kiss the soft belly on the boy. Nowhere as big as his father’s, and the feel of tickly touches of lips on his tummy made the boy think of kissing his father’s like this sometime.  So many nice feelings to share like this.  Though he had best do it when Mom wasn’t around.


Both of them certainly knew where those kisses were leading to.  Especially when a soft nosepad brushed over the velvet sleekness of a young furless lap.  Twitching in nervous anticipation as dad slowly leaned in on his tail and spread his legs out more to sit himself down and get comfortable.  Both had racing breaths for what was going to happen next.


Clyde watched with rapturous intensity as his father fondled him.  The young boy amused as his father had the same expression he wore.  Delighted exploration as he touched another male.  Thick calloused fingers stroked his long soft foreskin back and forth.  His tail thumped and lashed on the study table, knocking more papers and books askew with a clatter.  Both had the look of intense concentration like one who was studying a new lesson.


Of course, most school lessons don’t have such a lewdly arousing reward now, did they.  Perhaps school could use some carnal rewards now and then? Clyde groaned as fingers tickled his small ballsac and let his foreskin slide back.  A soft kiss dragged older lips about his small erection, holding just the tip for a moment until sliding down.  A slow, well practiced motion slid the young penis into his dad’s mouth.  Clyde could feel how his dad used his lips to protect his erection from his teeth. Tongue rubbing firmly as a young heart raced in wondrous arousal as dad bounced his head. So casual and at ease, as that soft thick black nose bumped at his belly and lap again and again.  Even as he saw how he used his chest, arms, even hips to make those motions glide with what seemed effortless ease.


The young Nu Mou squirmed under his dad’s attention.  Savoring the heated tickles of tongue flicking and dancing upon him.  The motion of lips and tongue were much more direct then he had ever pawed at himself.  And he never had that wet heat that made his tail frizzle in bliss.  His hands clutched at his dad’s long ears, listening to the bells on their ends jingle to the playful pace he had set.  Nnnng!  Those familiar chiming bells ringing for such a lewd reason made his heart flutter with glee.


Those noisy little sounds his dad made too.  Grunts and slurps and gasping breaths.  Tickling warm on his smooth lap and cool on wet flesh while the older Nu Mou moaned as well.  It was so weird watching such a familiar face going down on his little dick.  He rubbed his small feet along his dad’s big belly, enjoying feeling how he flexed and moved.  He had seen an illustration of a blowjob once, but to watch those sensual motions and feel his dad’s heavy spectacles bump into his belly was far more wonderful than he could have ever fantasized.


There was a heated tickling twitch in his lap.  A tense clenching that made him shiver.  “ah, dad, I feel kind of funny there…” he murmured out. His dick felt so stiff, almost painfully throbbing now.  Reflexively squeezing back on that odd pressure as it quickly became intense.  His legs wrapping around his dad’s sides as his fingers squeezed the poor ears in their grasp. “ah! I’m, I’m?” he moaned out in confusion as it suddenly was too much to handle.


There was a funny spasm in his lap.  Fluttering quivers as pleasure rushed up his spine.  He felt his dick twitch in time to each little spasm.  Swiftly everything was becoming so ticklish.  His confused moans turning to a whimper of pleasure. “T, too much! too much!” he tried to yelp out.  As his father’s big hands pulled his hips closer to keep him from backing out.  He wriggled and writhed between the heated twitches of his dick and the overwhelming intensity of every touch upon that throbbing erection.


Finally his dad pulled free.  A chuckle as he watched his boy’s dick dryly twitch a few last times in the air in front of him, fat tip poking out from that foreskin and flaring each time that erection jumped. “Goodness, bet you’ll be quite the squirter soon, girls better beware,”  He teased and rubbed his son’s chest and belly.  Those warm rubs helped to soothe the boy’s rushing thoughts and dazed, warm dizziness that followed up his first real orgasm.  He couldn’t help but feel the alternating sensations of awkwardness and glee that he just had his first sexual encounter with his dad giving him a blowjob.


Though he was a little let down he still was too young to squirt.  He peeked down to see his father was leaking his very copious pre all over the floor.  Painting little ribbons on the wood in various patterns from his movements.  He must have really enjoyed this too as the two just breathed heavily.  Embarrassed grins on both their faces.  This was certainly a moment no book could have warned them about, but a memory they would cherish forever. Then awkwardly laugh and change the subject if asked about.


“Ah, I, I see what you meant earlier… wow… that’s… intense,” Clyde ran his fingers through his father’s hair as he caught his breath.  Enjoying the sweaty scent of his father mingled with the subtle sweetness of his shampoo.  A wondrous molten warmth feeling in his body as he grinned, “ah, so, it’s… my turn, huh?”


The poor elder Nu Mou made an undignified squeak, although Clyde suspected you probably couldn't get more undignified than having your mouth around your son’s cock.  Well, perhaps it was more undignified wrapping his lips around his dad’s dick as that fat belly pushes on his nose… just the thought of what he was going to do made his spent length twitch to life once more.


“Well, yes, I, um, suppose this is fair…. but please, do not tell your mom of what we did this day, or I don’t think either of us will make it out of that discussion alive,” Balthazar kissed the boy’s cocktip as it stiffened up once more in front of him, then stood up shaking with a groan.  Taking a long moment and leaning against the table to steady his sore back from the exertion of that taboo act he just performed.


“I… I do have a very odd request, if I may ask?” Clyde hopped down once his father had made him room.  Giving him a big hug to press their bellies together and kiss him on the cheek, sweet and innocent. Well, it would have been innocent if his dick hadn’t bumped into his father’s, both stiff with forbidden lust.


“Oh dear, but yes my child, what will you be asking for now?”  His father looked down at him with an amused grin.  Shaking his head just a little as he waited for what he would be asked to do next.
  
“Well, I’ve had the silly idea of just slinking under your desk as you work and…” Clyde chuckled at the little jump of his father’s erection in front of him. No hiding the arousal in that response. “And you could probably use some sitting down after all that.”


“I’m going to have to look over what you have been reading lately it seems,” Balthazar leaned down to kiss his son.  “I suppose in a way I did promise you this part, after all,”   He shook a little as he sat himself right at his desk.  It was rather amusing to see him in front of his manuscripts, ready to work but naked.  Big butt exposed on the well worn chair instead of his usual heavy scholarly robes.


“Maybe you’ll find working in the nude helps encourage your writings?” Clyde added with a tease, to try to ease his own nervousness.  He got down to his knees and crawled under the desk.  It was, well, it was kind of nice really.  He could just see the bottom edge of his father’s big belly.  And then those big legs framed his view, big feet on each side of his knees.  Naturally drawing his eyes to the prize before him.


It was dark under the desk, but he didn’t need to see well to take in what was in front of him.  He took a deep breath.  Smelling that sweat of exertion on his father’s body, musky but not overpowering.  Pressing closer to softly rub his nosepad and lips against the foreskin.  Trace the slippery pre along the smooth skin with his tongue.  Press his fingers on the soft fur on his father’s lap and ruffle it around, still so soft.  


His lips slid forward as he thought of those suggestions his dad showed him.  Tongue rubbing slower than his father’s quick pace, he didn’t have the practice and confidence yet.  But there was no catching his teeth this time on that fat fat tip.  It was work though! He had to open his mouth wider than he thought.  And moving his head up and down took his whole body to move, just like how he saw his father use his arms and hips to not wear out his neck immediately.


It was like a dream. He closed his eyes as his nose pushed against the bottom edge of his father’s belly, and the feathery tickles of lap fur upon it.  Feeling Balthazar’s thick penis twitch and drool salty precum on his tongue. He knew he would be getting a mouthful of his father’s most intimate moments.  A weird thought about how that was not far from the act that brought him to the world even.


But that just seemed more… oddly loveable, almost, worshipping his father’s erection.  To try to bring his father the pleasure he had shared with his mother almost twelve years ago.  The grunts and thump of tail he heard showed Clyde had already progressed quite far in just a single lesson.  But dad was always very good at giving hands-on lessons.


He tried to let his mind go and just match the way his dad had gone down on him.  It was a bit trickier, being a smaller muzzle onto a bigger lap.  His tiny earrings only made a faint clinking sound instead of the sweet ringing of his father’s piercings.  But those shuddery grunts sounded familiar to what the ones he had made just a few minutes ago.


The feel of that thick erection twitching and jerking softly on his tongue was blissful.  The little lurch of belly and squirm of hips under him, these would be the most arousing things he would likely ever know.  Even if his knees ached on the hard floor in a room too hot from summer’s lazy heat.  Hot breaths trapped under the desk and making it even more stifling.  Sweat dripped down his father’s belly and against his nose.  While his own sweat trickled along his brown hide, such a work out.


But those little imperfections just made it all the more playfully sweet for Clyde.  He hugged one arm around his father’s huge hips to rub his tailbase and mane. As the other tickled at his father’s balls to feel their weight.  They seemed really tense and tight now, pulled up close.  And a whimpering response was his reward from the other side of the desk “oh, oh goodness Clyde, I’m, I’m going to cum!”


The young boy knew now exactly what wonderful flutters his dad was feeling in his lap. His lips bounced quicker as he panted heavily. Big deep breaths as his tail slapped the floor.  That thick curved erection was jerking now, stiffening. The tip was getting so big.  His body ached, but he knew his father was so close, just a bit more to go and...


Balthazar’s dick made a wonderful leap in his mouth and was suddenly full of thick, creamy bitterness.  Strong flavored, and not entirely enjoyable.  But so perfectly naughty and taboo the young Nu Mou couldn’t help but croon out a moan of perfect bliss.  Muffled and wobbly as he kept frantically sucking, his whole body shaking now. He had to put both hands on the side of his dad’s seat to steady himself as he felt Balthazar squirt again and again.  Slimy, musky splashes of Nu Mou semen right in his little mouth.  It was wonderful how he could feel every little twitch and pulse throbbing to the beat of his father’s racing heart.


Both of their hearts beat as one while Clyde felt a rush not unlike an orgasm. Nowhere as intense. But that wonderful, quivering warmth still flooded his mind.  He made his dad climax!  Right into his mouth.  And it felt so perfect!  


Although now he had a question he had forgot to ask before.  He had a mouthful of cum and some of that bitterness was leaking out his lips. Mmmph!  Was he supposed to swallow?  His dad kept drooling more as the young boy wasn’t certain, as it was very weird, swallowing something that came from a penis.  But on the other hand, this wasn’t anything, well, wrong now, was it?


He pulled free and peeked down.  Watching that little twitch make another fat drop of that sticky white cum ooze forth.  Drooling down dad’s thick foreskin before dropping to the floor in a fat ribbon.  Smelling so strongly, in a strangely chemical way.  It made him a little less want to swallow it on just taste and smell alone.  Such a strange sensation, slimy in so many ways.


Ulp!  He decided to swallow to not make a mess. And on an emotional level, ah, goodness.  It was a sweet part of his father that was now part of him.  Clyde watched the way his father’s arousal flopped and relaxed so quickly. Dribbling a last long ribbon of cum lazily even as it dangled peacefully.  it’d be quite innocent, all soft and flaccid if there wasn’t all that boy drool, precum, and cum all over his dad’s lap.  Such a musky, strong scented mess.


“Ah, if you need, I can get you a paper here to spit in,” His father said with an incredulous tone in his voice.  He pushed his chair back to look down.  Clyde blushed, but made a show of swallowing again, exaggerating since he had little to swallow now.  But the sight of his dad blushing fiercely was worth the lingering taste.  But he did think, he could very well get used to that flavor as well.  Perhaps boys all tasted different too.


“You’re certainly a lot braver than I was at that age. I think I left my first mouthful of another boy’s cum in the grass.”  He ruffled his son’s mane, “phew, I think we both probably stink of sweat and sex now.  We better clean up here, and then clean up ourselves. Your mom will certainly smell our sex in our fur in a hot summer day like this.  And a cool bath is a great way to relax after some sweaty intimacy.” His father had a strange smile as he said this, certainly not the suggestions he thought he would be telling his child.


The older Nu Mou stood up and helped his son out from under the desk.  While the young boy was still entranced by the way his dad leaked another glob of cum onto his leg.  Goodness, it could be so messy.  He looked forward to leaking his own seed with the sweaty bliss of afterglow, it was certainly a delight to watch.


“So, I do have one question… which one of us is the bird and which one of us is the bee then?  That book always confused me by it’s title,” the young Nu Mou chuckled with a tease. Bashfully realizing he was sweaty and naked with his father in his study.  Both having shared an intimate moment, right on the desks and tables.  Certainly a situation he had only faintly dreamt of in his most lewd fantasies.


But hot summer Sunday mornings are those wonderful times where one’s dreams can come true after all.