Hunter Larry and Sarmoti
       
       “Ugh! What a night…” Deep in the wilds of Las Vegas, a white lion prowled the night, groggily walking back to his den after a long night of work. It had been one show after another all week, and Larry was excited for nothing more than a good night’s rest.  He didn’t even bother to announce himself when he made his way into the house, throwing the door open casually and stumbling his way to the couch without a second thought. 
       
       Allowing his weary bones to relax, the lion let out a sighing roar and spread himself casually over the cushions, allowing everything to hang out while he spread his legs and arms. He shivered off the sweat of the day, gut jiggling as it too relaxed. 
       
       “Aww yeah… daddy missed you.” He mumbled with his eyes closed. His paws absentmindedly stroked the couch like a lover. The idea brought a smirk to his lips he couldn’t hold back. “Heh, now if only momma was here, then I could really relax…”
       
       “She went out to her club.” Larry’s eyes lazily drifted open when he heard a high-pitched, childish voice answered him. He hadn’t even noticed that his son Hunter was watching TV right in front of the couch. The cub was mindlessly watching TV and didn’t seem to notice his dad much either, not even turning around to answer him. 
       
       So, while the discovery did manage to keep Larry from indulging more in his fantasy, he didn’t bother to close his legs or stop his relaxing. “Oh yeah…” He grumbled. He probably knew that Kate would be gone somewhere and had just forgotten it in his post work stupor. It meant he probably would be asleep by the time she got back. He shut his eyes again and groaned. “Guess daddy’s on his own tonight?”
       
       That complaint got Hunter’s attention. “That’s not true! Me and grandpa are here too.” He sounded like he was whining about being forgotten. 
       
       “Sorry, Hunter, that’s not what I meant.” Larry chuckled to himself and put on a smile for his son before opening his eyes again. Sure enough, Hunter was looking at him. All Larry could see were his eyes, since his mouth was covered by the safety cone he always kept on. He couldn’t quite guess the kid’s expression from those eyes alone. “So… uh, what’re you watching anyway.”
       
       Larry was pretty sure he saw a smile before his son turned back to the TV, so he counted the question as a win. “Grandpa gave me a movie to watch for practice!” Hunter was cheerful and quick to respond, so Larry didn’t give what he and his grandpa had been up to much thought. “I can’t remember what it’s called.”
       
       “Oh yeah? Let me take a look…” Larry smiled to himself, admittedly surprised to feel good about a potential bonding moment with his son. Then, he glanced up at the TV, and his brained fried before he could even begin to guess the name of what his son was watching. 
       
       It took him a solid second before his brain even caught up enough to realize his son was looking at porn. First, he pieced together that there was a big, pink, barbed rod on the screen. Then he caught onto the fact that some cheetah was licking it. Once he caught onto that, his tongue caught in his throat while he tried to figure out what to say.
       
       “Th-that’s a penis.” He wanted to slap himself for that being the first thought to come out.
       
       An older, more sarcastic lion did the job for him. “Put that one together yourself, huh?” His father-in-law, Sarmoti, gave him a solid smack to the back of the head that nearly managed to snap him out of his stupor. It might have done the trick if the older lion hadn’t been so casual about the discovery, even closing the door Larry had left open. “Course I decide to have a guy’s night with the kid the one time you don’t just head straight to the bar.”
       
       Larry wasn’t sure what to respond to first. He wanted to know what the hell Sarmoti meant by guy’s night, but on the other paw the old man had just insulted him. To make it worse, the old coot was proudly walking around with a half-erect dick. His brain was way too fried to deal with this right now. All he could manage to do was stare stunned at the old bastard. 
       
       So, Hunter got the chance to speak up first. “Hey, grandpa!” He waved but didn’t turn his head away from the TV. “The guy on this one’s doing a really good job. I think he swallowed the whole thing!” He sounded ecstatic to see the action, but not in any normal way. Larry wasn’t quite sure what to think of it. It just sounded like a kid excited to see a good play in football. 
       
       He did manage to latch on to something Hunter said though. “He?” Briefly he glanced back up at the television. A long shot confirmed his worry and gave him a very gratuitous view of the cheetah’s balls. “Ugh! Sarmoti!” In one smooth motion he winced away from the sight and glared at his father-in-law. “What the hell!”
       
       Sarmoti just rolled his eyes and took a seat on the couch. “Oh, come on, you can’t act like you’re surprised. You need to be more open-minded.” As casually as if this were any normal activity, he reached over and grabbed a beer off the coffee table before taking a swig. He was smirking when he took another look at Larry. “He’s gotta learn to be a man sometime.”
       
       “You call this learning to be a man?!” Larry growled, inches from knocking the beer out of Sarmoti’s hand. 
       
       The older lion just shrugged him off as casually as anything. “In a manner of speaking.” He took another swig before glancing back at Hunter. “Right, kid?”
       
       Hunter was smiling back at his elders. Suddenly, he was positively beaming with pride. “Yeah, dad! Grandpa says I’m growing into a real super queer!” He was so proud that he stood up and struck a pose, leaning forward and pointing his claws like a proper lion.
       
       Larry couldn’t do much more than groan at that one. At this point he was completely out of his depth. “Sarmoti, what the hell have you been teaching my son?” He couldn’t even begin to start thinking about how to handle this. He had barely been conscious enough to walk into his own home today already. 
       
       And things weren’t about to get any easier for the chubby lion. While he was busily trying to massage the dizziness away and decide how to tackle this insanity, Hunter just kept up with his excitement. “Oh! I can show you!” He cheered at his dad like he was about to show him a cartwheel, and suddenly Larry felt a pair of paws slam clumsily against his inner thighs and a stiff, foam cone slap against his belly. 
       
       It knocked the air out of him and made him reflexively grasp the couch for stability. That was barely the start of it too. Once he opened his eyes back up and stared down at his kid, he saw Hunter hastily throwing away his cone and diving under his belly. After that he felt the boy’s face press against his crotch, and any attempt to get his breath back caught painfully in his throat. 
       
       Hunter opened his maw wide and licked with a relentless, childish energy all over Larry’s balls and around the opening of his sheath. Much as the older lion wanted to fight against it, he started to harden up right away. He even let out a small, surprised growl. Right before he managed to catch his breath properly though, Hunter started licking at his exposed tip and started pulling the rest of his cock out. 
       
       “Hah. Talented little queer, isn’t he?” Sarmoti was still smirking and drinking right next to the pair. 
       
       Larry couldn’t think of a good response. He had only barely gained enough composure to respond at all. “What the hell’s, wrong with you, Sarmoti?” He groaned and a paw down to grab Hunter by the scruff. He had every intention of just yanking his son off, but something stopped him. Hunter started purring at the hold. His licking became slower, more purposeful, and driven. He’d gotten most of his dad’s chubby cock out by that point and was working it hard as he could. 
       
       Sarmoti’s smile was more humiliating by the second, even though it barely changed while he watched. He even kept the same plain grin on once Larry started to growl again. “What? Kid should be proud of who he is, shouldn’t he?” He snickered and grabbed his own cock. His eyes wandered first to the TV, then they focused firmly on Hunter. “Kid really is talented. You should see him deep throat this bad boy.”
       
       Without thinking, Larry looked at the ‘bad boy’ Sarmoti had drawn attention to. Though, he only got a brief look before trying to avert his eyes. Sarmoti was hung. He’d always been proud enough to show that off around the house. But something about seeing him hard and talking about Hunter like that was actively revolting. “That’s your grandson, man!”
       
       “And he’s your son, but I don’t see you telling him to stop.” He wasn’t wrong. Humiliatingly. Larry wasn’t even grabbing for his son’s scruff anymore. The second Sarmoti had even mentioned deepthroating, Hunter had apparently gotten the idea into his head and started swallowing the tip of his dad’s cock. Larry had fallen to reflexively petting him once that happened. 
       
       Hard as it was to admit, Hunter was doing amazing. Larry could feel his cock twitching against the cub’s maw while Hunter ran his rough tongue all over it. It wasn’t very deep yet, but the kid was sucking like crazy on what he could fit in his mouth. 
       
       He was actually disappointed when it stopped. Sarmoti reached over when he wasn’t looking and gave Hunter’s scruff a tug, getting another purr out of him. “Hey, Kid, how about you help Grampa out and show daddy what you can do?” 
       
       At first Hunter just stopped, seemingly confused, or maybe thoughtful. Before he pulled himself off, he set a paw on his dad’s cock. “S-Sure, Grampa.” He was still smiling and cheerful when he finally pulled himself out from under Larry and moved Sarmoti’s dick, but Larry was suddenly aware of how much he was shaking. 
       
       Sarmoti steadied the cub though, pulling him close and getting him to start licking with almost the same excitement he’d been showing Larry. And Larry couldn’t take his eyes off of his son while he worked. Hunter had always been a little girly, but right now he looked genuinely cute licking up and down the thick, barbed meat his grandpa was sporting. Larry eventually started to drool while he watched it. His son’s paw still cheerfully jerking him the whole time was making him dizzy. 
       
       “Grrr… That’s it,” Sarmoti encouraged Hunter the whole way, even pushing his head down once he got the dick in his mouth. “Show your daddy what a good little queer you are.” Hunter beamed at what he probably thought was a compliment while Sarmoti just leaned back and closed his eyes. “You’ll go far in showbiz, kid.”
       
       Hunter was putting on an impressive show, Larry had to admit. He got nearly half of the older lion’s cock in right away, and he inched his way down further with every one of Sarmoti’s pushes. It didn’t take him long before his chin was resting on the old cat’s balls and making him really purr. 
       
       Though to Sarmoti’s disappointment, he didn’t stay for long. As soon as he’d done his trick, he pulled back, panting with a big smile on his face. “D-did I do it?” When Sarmoti nodded in response, he was proud enough to pump his little fist. “Yes!” 
       
       Something about that childish expression of pride nearly snapped Larry out of his stupor. For just a moment it reminded him that it was still a kid pulling all of this off. Though the paw still massaging his junk was still a distraction. So, he grabbed Hunter’s paw to slow him down. “Hunter, you know you don’t have to-”
       
       His words caught in his throat when the cub turned the big smile on his face his way. Hunter didn’t show any hesitation. “Oh yeah! Your turn, dad.” Giddily, he pulled close to Larry again, leaving Sarmoti a paw to keep him hard. He went right for the crotch again but paused just short of the dick to smile up at his dad and slide their paws up his belly. “You know, you taste a lot different than, Grampa. It’s saltier.” His smile turned down to the dick and he gave it a lick. “S-smellier too…”
       
       Larry groaned while he watched his son’s eyes close, and that innocent smile disappeared to be replaced by something way older than the kid should have. For a second, he looked just like his mother. “Th-that’s musk, son…” He gripped Hunter’s hand tight. “Y-you really like that, huh?”
       
       Hunter couldn’t really respond, since he dove in before his dad had finished. He did manage to purr out a little, squeaky, “Mmmhmm,” before pushing himself down over his father’s barbs though. Just like before, he was moving faster every second. Larry wasn’t quite the size of Sarmoti, and Hunter was already most of the way down right after starting. Larry’s vision went white when he felt himself poking the back of the kid’s throat. 
       
       He didn’t need much help, but Sarmoti offered it anyway. “I gotta do everything for you, don’t I?” He complained, but he was licking his lips when he set his paw on Hunter’s head and pushed it further down. Larry just held to his son’s hand and tried to keep himself from bursting at that point. Unlike with Sarmoti, Hunter didn’t just pull back up once he’d completed his trick. He stayed down and kept licking while he breathed in his dad’s heavy scent. 
       
       And he stayed like that for a while, as long as Larry could take. Once he went from holding Hunter’s hand to squeezing and started to breathe heavy, he knew he was going to cum at any moment. The small bit of fatherly sense fought against that idea with a surprising fury, enough that he had to stop himself from roaring. “Stop! St-stop!” He bared his fangs and closed his eyes while he flailed to pull his son and his father-in-law off of him before it was too late. 
       
       Both came off without much struggle once he got a good grip on Sarmoti’s arm. It was still a strain to hold himself back though, especially since Hunter’s rough tongue dragged all the way while he pulled away. It took what felt like a solid minute of heavy breathing for Larry to get himself under control. 
       
       The whole time Hunter was still squeezing his hand. That made it take a little longer. “W-Whoa dad…” The cub was catching his breath too. He was even shakier than his old man. At some point his paw fell away from Sarmoti and he went to play with himself. Though, to Larry’s embarrassment, his paw wandered behind him. All the while his eyes darted back and forth from dick to dick.
       
       Sarmoti bit his lip and growled. “Surprised you got that kinda stamina, fatso.” He glared at Larry while his own paw wandered down to replace Hunter’s in stroking himself off. His other paw briefly tugged at Hunter’s head, but once the cub’s cheek was close enough to rub his dick, Hunter spoke up. 
       
       “G-grampa, can I?” His eyes stayed locked on Larry’s dick, but he reflexively rubbed up against his grandpa. If it hadn’t been a cock he was rubbing up against, it would look like he was just asking his grandpa for permission to get a new toy.
       
       And like a typical grandpa, Sarmoti looked surprised for just a moment before giving in and petting little lion’s head. “Eh, why the hell not? You earned it, kid.” He laughed for just a moment before sighing. Hunter showed his thanks for grandpa’s approval by giving him a couple of big, wet kisses on the top of his dick. 
       
       Trying to control himself, Larry took another deep breath and worked to keep his cock from twitching while he watched his son. “Do I want to know?” He grumbled mostly to himself, already certain what Hunter was asking for but trying to deny it, even while he watched Sarmoti pull the cub up to a stand and grab at his ass. 
       
       It wasn’t a surprise from there to see the older lion sliding his paw under Hunter’s tail. Somehow though, it was still shocking for Larry to see just how much Hunter was enjoying it. The big, proud smile on his face was alarming, and the small hardon he was sporting, twitching while his grandpa played with him, was even moreso. 
       
       And the shocks kept coming. Instead of climbing onto Sarmoti’s lap, like Larry expected, Hunter turned toward his dad. “Alright, dad. Get ready! I’ve been practicing!” He squeezed his father’s hand as he talked and slid his paw back to his dad’s still rock-hard dick. His proud smile grew even brighter when he gave that a squeeze too, though a bit of sweat and a few blinks gave away some nerves. “Y-you’re bigger than the toys grampa gave me, but I think I’ve got this.”
       
       Hunter gave his dad another couple of big squeezes before climbing onto his lap. That put any protests running through Larry’s mind to bed, at least for long enough for his son to settle on his lap. Some of them came back when Hunter went in for a kiss. He closed his eyes and fought through those too though. His little cub was clumsy and shy with his tongue, but he was also so warm and soft that Larry couldn’t stop himself from hugging back and just breathing in his son’s breath. 
       
       When he felt his son drop back and grab his cock again, some of that hesitation came back, but just enough to open his eyes. Hunter pulled away, mouth still open and eyes still closed while he tried to fall onto his dad’s cock. He looked absolutely goofy at first. That didn’t last long. 
       
       Soon the cub made contact with the tip, and he froze up. He pushed back hard as he could, just enough to get his dad to stretch his ring, and then he went wholly stiff apart from a yelp. “D-dad! Wh-why is it…” He groaned and shivered before shouting. “B-big!”
       
       Larry considered pulling him off, but all he could bring himself to do was hold his son tight. Even just getting the tip in sent him reeling. He couldn’t even see straight. “H-Hunter…” he groaned back, unsure what to say. “I-it’s okay…” His mind scrambled between his desire to praise his son, tell him to get off, or tell him to keep going. 
       
       In the end his cock made his decision for him, twitching and wresting itself free of Hunter’s ass before bouncing back and giving him a spank. While Larry was left stunned by the sensation, including the feeling of soft fur rubbing against his dick, Hunter suddenly became desperate. “W-wait! I got this!” He wiggled around fruitlessly on his dad’s lap while he complained, though he was too stiff to do more than move his hips. It didn’t help that Larry was holding him tighter by the moment. Even just his cock running over his son’s ass was intense enough to make him want to cum. 
       
       “Ugh. Don’t say I never did anything for you.” Suddenly though, his cock was squeezed hard enough to stifle his orgasm. Sarmoti grumbled while he did it too, and the disgust at having to hold his son-in-law’s cock showed clear on his face while he scooted closer to the pair. It left once he set his hand on Hunter’s ass again though. “Just be glad I don’t want my grandson’s first time going to waste.”
       
       Larry felt the old cat’s paws move then, but he couldn’t even begin to think about what he was doing, or to stop him. Sarmoti’s fingers tickled around his tip at the same time he used his paw to properly aim the fat dick at Hunter’s entrance. Soon they were back where they started, and not soon after they were even further as whatever his touch was doing allowed the boy to sink deeper. 
       
       The whole time Hunter was purring and whining. Larry reflexively started to comfort him, stroking his back while he pressed his face into his chest. “It’s okay, Hunter. D-daddy’s got you.” Every instinct made him want to wretch when he used that word, but right now everything was way too hot to think. Hunter was loose enough to get half-way down the older lion’s cock, but the cub still squeezed him like a vice. Sarmoti’s grip on the base wouldn’t hold him much longer. 
       
       And Sarmoti didn’t hold much longer anyway. “Was planning on saving that ass for myself, you know.” He was disgustingly casual when he pulled his paws away and started masturbating again. Then, he was grossly seductive when he leaned in to kiss his grandson on the back of the head. “Guess it’s only right he gets a good queer load first though, huh?” 
       
       The older lion laughed as he leaned back. Larry could see his dick in his hand, ready to blast all over his son’s ass. He wanted to claw it off.
       
       But right now, there was something more important. “D-Dad! Y-you’re too big!” Hunter cried and sank another inch. That was enough to send Larry over the edge. 
       
       With a mighty roar he laid claim to his son, squeezing him tight and filling him with blast after blast of potent, lion seed. He even started thrusting, eventually pulling himself loose of the kid and blasting what was left over both Hunter’s tail and the carpet behind them. “G-god damn it, Hunter!”
       
       “Heh… ha… That’s it you little faggot…” Sarmoti groaned, still masturbating while he watched, even rubbing his dick around Hunter’s freshly wettened ass. Larry wasn’t sure if he was talking to him or his son. Not that it mattered. Soon, the old lion had worked himself up enough to cum. “L-Let’s see that money shot.” 
       
       Somehow, seeing that old dick splashing all over his son felt worse than Larry would have thought. A feral part of him wanted even more to claw at the old lion. He settled for just leaning in and kissing his boy on the neck and nuzzling his shoulder. He knew why that was comforting, after many a night doing the same thing with his wife. He chose not to acknowledge it though. “G-good job, son.”
       
       “T-thanks, dad…” Hunter was panting, and Larry could feel the pride beaming from his face even if he couldn’t see it. Larry had barely paid any mind to the cub’s dick against his stomach, but it was becoming increasingly clear that he had cum too. He was getting heavier and loopier by the second. “I-I’m a level 2 now… s-super queer…” He mumbled, eyes fluttering against his father’s chest while he started to leak onto the older lion’s stomach. 
       
        Larry shouldn’t have laughed, but he did. If Hunter noticed, he didn’t stir. The little cub actually started to doze off while he tried to catch his breath. “Sure, you are, sport.” He rubbed his son’s back absentmindedly. 
       
       Against all sense, he might have dozed off himself if Sarmoti hadn’t given him a gentle pat on the head. “Adorable. You little queers enjoy yourselves.” He laughed again as he pulled away, though he was still out of breath himself. Larry looked up just to shoot him a glare, but the old man was already sarcastically sashaying his way out of the room. “I’ll be in the shower.” He only paused right at the door to shout back a warning. “Oh, but, yeah. Unless you love the afterglow enough to get a divorce, you might want to get that kid to bed sometime soon.”
       
       Embarrassingly it took the dozing lion a minute after the old man left to actually piece together what he meant.  The glare stayed on long after he was out of the room. It only faded away after Larry had a sudden realization. “Kate!”
       
       Hunter was shaken by the sudden jump and the way his dad carried him over his shoulder, but only just enough to blink awake. “Oh, is mom home? I need to tell her…” He yawned wide enough to almost roar. “About my level up.”
       
       Larry didn’t pay him any attention, rushed as he was to get the kid to a bath to wash off the scent. “Another time, buddy. Bathtime now!”
       
       There would be a struggle to get the bath away from Sarmoti, but Larry was confident now that he could talk the old lion into sharing before the girls got home, if only to wash away the evidence. Noone spared a thought for the VCR though. The video was long since over along with Hunter’s training after all.
       
       Tomorrow, he would have a devil of a time explaining that one.