"So what do you think, Cole?" I asked, gesturing at the failed test on the coffee table in front of us. I added "It's been years. I don't know if they'll let him retake the fifth grade again."

"Well I don't think Josh is going to college, I can say that" The big bear chuckled at me. We've been buddies for years, so it's only natural I'd ask for his advice, both of us single dads & all. "You talk to any of the school folk?"

"They're not too happy about it, keep askin if something's up at home. Tellin' me what his prospects are gonna look like."

"Like father like son, then?" Cole nudged me. The asshole is talkin' about me hoppin' between jobs for years. Ain't a lot of luxury in our lives, but us two wolves made the most out of our mobile home.

"Dick" I respond, but with a smirk. He chuckles while I take a swig of my beer.

"Where's the lil tyke now?"

"His bedroom asleep, it's damn near 11" I answer. After that, there's a long pause. I look at Cole, wondering what he's thinking. He's put on a little weight since his strength training days, but I think it suits him. I never took workin' out as seriously as him, but I'm always movin' around enough to burn off most the beer weight.

"We could give him some experience for one job he might have when he's older. Maybe he'd learn to take school seriously."

"What, I should bring him in to work?" I ask with a laugh. Cole knows I'm between jobs at the moment.

"I wasn't thinkin a job you could work. Your boy's got more looks than you, old man." Cole was only a couple years younger than me. What kind of job would care about your looks? Then, it dawned on me.

"You've had too many to drink, Cole" I say, gesturing at the beer in his hand with a laugh.

"Hear me out," he starts, sounding a bit more serious. I entertain him, since I'm pretty drunk myself. "Those kindsa jobs got legal last year, so the kid could actually be makin good money as an expert, which only happens if you start early."

"Start early" I scoff with an eye roll.

"You think Mozart got started in his thirties? Real experts get started young."

"What, and you think my boy wants that?"

"One way to find out. Give him some workplace experience." He waits a beat, then leans in closer. "Besides, I know you like 'em young."

I start to respond, but he continues "I would bet on boys his age being right up your alley. You gonna tell me I'm wrong?" Cole knows what he's talking about; our jerk-seshes have included lots of pedo shit in the past, and I like my boys.

"But he's my boy" I say weakly. Damn this alcohol, can't think straight.

"And you're tellin me you haven't thought about it? Haven't thought about whipping it out in front of him, lettin him see your big cock?"

"Well..." I conceded. The swelling in my briefs would have given me away anyways.

"What if he wanted to touch it, admire it. He's never seen anything like it after all. Maybe you could teach him how to stroke a real man's cock for the first time." I decided to pull down my briefs now rather than soak them through with pre. I can feel his eyes on my dick as he continues narrating: "He'd feel the weight of that dick, and not even know what to do with it. But you could show him where to touch, where to lick, where to swallow."

"Cole, you're gonna make me bust talkin' like that" I warned him.

"Don't touch it then, idiot. What about this: maybe he won't want to touch it. He'll see your big dick & be scared, he's never had sex after all. It might be overwhelming. You know what you could do then?"

"What?..." I panted.

"Take him anyways. Pin him down, smack him with your dick, and take what you want. You're the man of the household, and he can't even be bothered to keep his grades up. You get to take what you want. His mouth, his hole, anything & everything. He lost the privilege of 'no'."

"You're one kinky motherfucker"

"I'm not the one leakin' all over the damn couch" he smirks, satisfied with his work so far.

"You tellin me all this because you want a turn fuckin my boy?" I accuse him.

"No, I'm tellin you all this because I want to see you fuck your boy."

That did it. For years I've been putting on this 'good dad' act. It's time to let my hair down & fuck my boy with my 9 inch uncut wolf cock like the pedophile I am. "I'll go get him"

I walk down the hallway with my hard cock swaying, eager for boy hole. I've jacked off so many times to little boys getting fucked six ways to Sunday, but never had the chance myself. I've thought plenty of it, even got close to nabbing myself a boy a few times when the opportunity seemed to present itself. All those blue balls combined with my anger at his bad grades means one thing. Now there won't be any second-guessing, no precautions necessary. I'm going to rape the shit out of my son. I turn the doorknob.

He's dead asleep. I walk over to him with a firm "Hey!" He startles awake.

"Daddy, what-"

"You're coming with me." I grab his arm & yank him out of bed. That seemed to hurt. I get harder. His cries of pain are interrupted by his confusion at my nudity. He's seen my dick out before, sure, but only when I'm just out of the shower, and certainly not hard.

It's a quick trip back to the living room. I drop on the couch next to Cole, leaving no other seating in the living room. Cole's thick dick is tenting his briefs. "Remind me what that is on the table, there, Josh" I demand.

"My report card" he responds sheepishly. You could hardly tell he's a wolf right now.

"And what did I say about your future?" I ask.

"That it's importart."

"And?"

"That I'd need good grades to have a good future."

"Right. It seems like you've given up on that, so Cole & I have decided that you could get some experience with other future jobs you might have." His eyes are glued to my dick right now. I throb.

"Daddy, I promise I'll-"

"No, you won't speak before you're spoken to. That's not what whores do." I give a wink to Cole. He has the biggest smile on his face, the good-looking bastard. "Cole has been so nice to us lately, how about you sit on his lap."

He begins to move toward Cole obediently, but I add a detail: "Naked". A solid three seconds pass before he begins to strip. Not quite a strip tease, but it definitely works on me. He's so vulnerable.

His little dick was out now, hole exposed to the open air, and acorns sagging as low as they can for a 10 year old in July heat. He looks at me for approval, maybe looking for me to change his mind about what he has to do next. I do no such thing, and he climbs up on Cole's lap, putting him face-to-face with "uncle" Cole. Josh seems to be avoiding Cole's lap, straddling him as high as he can.

Seemingly-casually, I pat his shoulder, making him lose balance & fall directly onto Cole's distended bulge. No doubt, my son can feel adult cock resting on his ass.

"Say, Cole, how do you feel about kisses?" I ask.

"Why I think they're mighty fine, Don."

"And Josh, how do you feel about kisses?" I ask again. After a brief silence, I speculate. "Have you ever had a kiss, Josh?"

"No sir"

"No need for 'sirs' here, you were just calling me daddy a bit ago. Why don't we go back to that."

"Yes, daddy"

"That's a good boy." He seems so uncomfortable. Good. "Cole, how about you show my boy how good kisses can be?"

"Why I'd be honored, Don." He doesn't hesitate & begins to lean toward Josh, who starts to lean back, away from Cole. Cole corrects this, putting his hand on his back to hold him close. Don's bear tongue immediately finds its way into Josh's mouth. They make out, the bear orally dominating the little wolf. His head is twice the size of Josh's. I rise from the couch to get a different angle.

From behind, I start to feel up my son. I grab ahold of his sides, judging how easy it would be to move him to my will. Because he's leaning forward, the only thing stopping his hole being exposed is his tail, tucked between his legs in fear. I lift his tail & inspect his hole. He's been copying my nightly shower routine, good. I lean down & start lapping at his hole.

He moans into Cole's mouth, loud enough for me to hear. My immediate love of his taste confirms how much of a pedo I really am. Nothing will ever compare to the sweet hole of a child. I spend some time getting familiar with Josh's ass, and leave it only when it's sufficiently wet for what comes next.

I notice Cole's grinding and decide to help out. With a free hand, I reach down to Cole's crotch, freeing his dick. With a grunt, he feels his dick slide between Josh's cheeks. Almost immediately, Cole starts thrusting, hot dogging my son. Pausing his make out sesh, he says aloud "Holy shit." With a quick glance upward, I see his head tilted back & eyes rolled.

I sit up. It's time. I use my dick to push aside Cole's, since his is covering the hole. He looks over knowingly. I ask "Josh, why do you think we're doing this to you?" A pause, then I give him permission "Speak."

"You're punishing me" he says between tears.

"No, Josh, I don't want to punish you" I say in mocking kindness. I gesture for Cole to spit in my hand, and he does. 

As I lather my dick in it, I add "I've tried punishing you for your grades, and it doesn't work. You still get bad grades." I start pushing against his tailhole, almost frotting Cole in the act.

"If it were punishment, there would be a way out. There would be a way for you to fix this, get good grades, be a good kid." My head starts to enter.

"If it were punishment, you could wake up tomorrow & decide to do well in school. No, Josh, this isn't punishment." I'm about halfway through, now. From the sheer grip on my dick, I can tell it's painful as Josh quietly cries. Not that that's stopping me.

"This is what your life is like now. We've warned you for years, this is what you've earned." He's resting against the knot, now. I'll work on that later; for now, I start to thrust.

"If you're not going to make this family any money with a fancy job you can get from school, you can make money with your sexy little body." Cole is throbbing against the side of my dick as I thrust.

"We're pulling you out of school. You'll never see that place again, unless a teacher decides to hire you for the night. Maybe Mr. Robertson would like some personal time with you?" I swell inside him. I'm definitely getting closer.

"Lots of pedophiles just like your dad are going to rape you just like this, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Do you understand, Josh?" Cole is panting; I think we're both close. Again, I have to remind Josh: "Speak"

"Yes, daddy." he says almost unintelligbly between sobs.

"Good boy. Cole, put your tongue down my son's throat while I knot him." I didn't need to ask him twice. With some force, I force my knot into my son, cumming inside him almost immediately. Rope after rope coat his insides, and Cole starts shooting too. His load paints my crotch as well as Josh's ass. While I'm shooting my last few, I start to rub Cole's cum into Josh's fur. He's gonna smell like us for a while. I bask in the afterglow for a little while, then pull out of Josh with a small 'pop'.

"Jesus Christ, Don, your boy's a natural. Takin you on his first try?"

"Had to apply some force, but I take your point. He'll be walkin funny for a little while. Say, you know some other twisted folk, right Cole?"

"Oh a few, yeah. I know Lenny down in construction would love some personal time with your boy."

"Let's give him a call tomorrow & set up some numbers." After finishing cleaning up with a towel I had laying around, I smack Josh on the ass and say "Sounds like we have a new business venture, don't we Josh?" I don't expect a response to that one.