"Hey, Dad?  We're pals, right?"

"Hmmhm.  Right."

"And we'll always be together, right?"

Simba could remember perfectly the conversation he'd had only moments ago with his father.  The two lions, lying peacefully beneath the stars, learning valuable life lessons while spending time together as father and son.  They were the kind of moments that Simba wouldn't really appreciate until he was much older, but still enjoyed nonetheless.  Even as the cub thought back to the lecture, he just couldn't wrap his head around the thoughts, the ideas, the wisdom his father imparted upon him.

"The great kings of the past..." Simba spoke aloud in awe, looking up at the myriad stars in the deep, dark skies above.  The countless lights reflected in the cub's golden eyes as he stared, mouth agape and ears folded against his head.  His father told him he'd understand when he was older, but he didn't want to wait!  Wasn't he already old enough?  Didn't his parents already trust him to be out by himself?  Shouldn't he already be allowed to know all of those adult things?  The cub certainly didn't see why not, and his patience had worn completely thin.  So, without waiting another moment, Simba bounded off toward Pride Rock, hoping to catch his father before he got too far.

Simba had been gallivanting for about two minutes before he noticed a strange smell in the air.  It was familiar, but he certainly hadn't smelled anything of the sort before.  What could it possibly be?  The cub wondered to himself, slowing his pace to take some closer whiffs of the strange scent.  It was a weird sort of aroma, one that smelled musty, but at the same time, somewhat powerful.  Looking around, he could see some tracks leading off to a rocky plains area, and since Simba was bored and could tell the scent was from a lion, he figured the best thing to do would be to follow.

As Simba got closer and closer to the source of the smell, it grew stronger and stronger to the point where it overwhelmed him.  His head was swimming in the strange aroma, practically shutting off his mind in the process.  He was barely able to pay attention to where he was going until he heard a sort of grunting.  It was low, almost like a growl, but somehow more...strained.  The cub perked an ear, trying to get a better listen at the sound.  More grunting, with just a little bit of heavy breathing.  Was it a lion in pain?  A lion exhausted from a run?  A lion that ate too much antelope?  The possibilities were endless, but only one could be right.  So, Simba silently crept to the top of the small rock, creeping along the hard outcrop on the tips of his paws, and as he came up to the top, he carefully peered over the rocky outcrop to see-

"Dad??"

Simba's eyes widened when he saw his father, awkwardly positioned against a particularly large rock.  Sweat was covering the entirety of Mufasa's face, and his body seemed hunched over.  But that wasn't what took Simba by surprise.  What really shocked the young cub was the size of Mufasa's thick lion cock standing firm in his palm.  Mufasa's paw wrapped around the thick shaft, stroking forcefully up and down, smearing pre all over his fur.  The slick rod twitched noticeably, Mufasa panting and grunting more and more with each stroke along his lion flesh, other paw fondling his sack and his two testes within.  Simba's eyes were glued to the scene, focusing intently on the shaft, barbs along the sides flicking back and forth as Mufasa's paw slid past them, forcing the king to move his head back and groan even louder.  Simba suddenly felt as if he shouldn't be watching and dipped his head back underneath the outcrop.

"What was that???" The small lion cub said to himself, still feeling slightly dizzy from the smell.  He had never seen his father look so strange, heard him make such odd sounds, seen the testament to his masculinity.  It was all so overwhelming that the young cub found himself somewhat in a state of shock.  Was his father hurt?  Did he need help?  What was he doing to himself?  Nothing seemed to quite make sense, and Simba felt such a concern about how his father could potentially be in pain.  Maybe it was another one of those things he would understand when he was older.  Perhaps it would be best not to worry about it now and just let the king go about his duty.  Dejected, Simba began to softly pad away from the rocky outcrop, leaving yet another mystery of the world unsolved.

After a few minutes of padding sadly away, Simba began to feel a bit irritated.  Why did he always have to wait until he was older to learn these things?  Wasn't he mature enough now?  He'd been practicing his roar, brushing up on hunting, growing out his mane...why, he was practically an adult already!  Nala thought he was brave.  Sarabi sometimes let him go out on his own 'hunts' throughout the Pride Lands.  It almost seemed unfair to not consider him an adult at this point in his life.  "Yeah!" Simba told himself, jumping up slightly into the air. "I'm practically an adult now!  And it's not like hyenas were attacking him, and he was doing it to himself, so why shouldn't this be something I can know about??"  It was decided.  Simba would find a secret area all to himself and learn the secrets his father had in store.

There was a somewhat large tree growing not too far away, so surely Simba could use that as a base of operations.  The cub sat down, rump just against the tree as he thought back to what he saw.  So far, as best as he could make it out, Mufasa was in an awkward position, making strange grunting sounds, breathing heavily, and stroking at his large lion's pride.  That was what seemed to be the general situation, but one thing already struck Simba as just plain strange.  Why was Mufasa's penis so big and red?  He'd gotten the basic talk about the parts of a lion, and he knew what it was that Mufasa had been fondling, but never had he seen it so big and red before!  It was almost like another leg that Mufasa had never shown him.  Simba had one, too, but never had he seen it match what he just saw on Mufasa.  Was there some sort of trick to it?

"There has to be." Simba told himself under his breath. "But what?"  He kept thinking back to what he saw.  His father...perched with his back against that rock...legs stretched out and kicking in the air...playing with his sac...and stroking at his dick.  "...Maybe I have to do what Dad was doing!  Maybe that'll make my thing big!!"  Without another moment's hesitation, Simba slid his body down on the ground a bit, putting his haunches against the back of the tree.  It took him a moment to get comfortable, but once he did, the lion spread his legs apart and looked at his private parts.  They weren't anything compared to Mufasa's.  Simba's skinny sheath and small balls were hardly anything impressive considering how early he was in development, but he still felt he was old enough to figure out what his father was hiding from him.

With a look of utter determination on his face, Simba grabbed at his sac and started pulling on it.  He instantly grimaced and pulled his paw away. "Ah!  That hurt!!" The lion cub felt as if he had been tricked, but that couldn't be the case.  Mufasa had to have some secret.  "Maybe...that was too hard?" Simba thought aloud, looking back down at his fuzzy balls.  His first attempt made him a bit wary, but the lion cub was determined.  And so, he let his left paw sink toward his balls once more, this time cupping them between each of his digits and kneading them just a bit.  Simba's expression relaxed as he played with his sac carefully.  It felt strange, but overall was a pretty good feeling.  It made Simba's privates sort of tingle in a strange but nice way, making him feel completely at ease.  He realized it didn't quite match the groans and pants his father was making, but it still felt quite nice.

After only a few seconds of the play, Simba completely forgot about his initial goal and just went on playing with himself.  He closed his eyes, leaning further back into the tree and practically sliding down halfway.  It almost tickled to Simba, but that wasn't quite the best way to describe it.  It just felt like everything was tingling, like blood was rushing more through that area.  He let out a deep breath, fondling his balls more and more with each passing second.  Suddenly, though, something felt different.  There was a strange sort of pressure building up in his dick, almost like it something inside was moving.  Simba had never felt anything like it before, so he decided to open his eyes and take a look.  What he saw made his mouth hang open wide.


"I did it!!" He exclaimed to himself, popping further up against the tree in joy.  Just barely peering out from the end of his sheath, Simba could see the tip of his own red lion dick starting to make its way out.  It had only just barely begun to appear, but the fact that it was there made the lion cub beyond himself with joy.  Still, he had absolutely no idea why it was doing that, or what Mufasa was doing to it earlier.  There was a touch of apprehension in the cub as he continued fondling his balls to try and coax more of his growing sex out.  It was a slow process, but as Simba continued to play with his balls, more and more of his lion dick began to appear, giving the cub more of an idea of what it looked like.  It was already noticeably longer, having extended out about an additional two inches from his sheath, practically doubling its earlier length.  The cub wasn't quite as excited anymore, though.  He was starting to feel a bit nervous.  His father seemed to be in this weird sort of pained or shocked state when he was rubbing away, and Simba didn't want to hurt himself again.

"...Well...I guess it's worth a shot.  B-besides, king's aren't afraid of anything!" He tried to finish off with an air of confidence, but the stutter and waver in his voice showed anything but.  He stopped fondling his sac for the time being, bringing his paw back to his side.  With his opposite paw, he hesitantly moved it to his growing shaft, pausing just before he reached it.  The cub used this time to get a better look at his prize.  It was a light red, fleshy sort of color.  Long, pointed, somewhat smooth except for a couple of bumps poking out of the side...it seemed like such a strange object, but it was a part of Simba. There was even a small bead of clear liquid forming at the top, which made Simba feel he'd hurt himself.  Instinctively, the cub batted at the tip of his member, wiping off the liquid and accidentally stroking his shaft in the process.  He instantly gasped, closing his eyes as a shiver ran up his spine.

"Oh~h..." He sighed in a sudden euphoria, paw twitching and freezing in the air as he did.  With a single stroke on his organ, Simba already felt so nice and good.  His ears were pressed firmly to the back of his head, eyes half-closing in pre masturbatory bliss.  His eyes were now fixated on his cock, wondering how such a great feeling could come from something he didn't even know he had moments ago.  All the great sensations he had felt in his balls couldn't even compare to that single stroke.  The cub was still smiling like a fool as he gingerly moved his paw back to his member, giving it an experimental rub.  Another shiver ran down his spine as he felt the overwhelming euphoria once more.  Another small drop of the liquid appeared at his tip, some covering Simba's paw as he touched his cock.

The lion was at a loss for words.  He was already panting slightly, staring at his red lion meat with his paw floating just inches away. His dumb gaze was fixed on his newfound prize, still uncertain but no longer caring.  Any hesitation in his mind had been urged away by the sudden desire to keep that feeling.  So without waiting another moment longer, the cub emulated his father and grabbed his dick, stroking it once all up the shaft.  He let out a groan of pleasure, feeling every touch of his fur and pads against his shaft.  It was a feeling beyond words.  His eyes rolled up and closed with the single stroke, back sliding a bit further down the tree in the process.  He let his paw come back down, brushing against his small barbs in the process and sending a whole new wave of pleasure through his body.  It shook him, body practically collapsing against the tree as he let out a long groan and stroked himself, pawing at his private parts in complete newfound discovery.

He quickly picked up speed, never wanting to stop his endeavors.  With each stroke along his cock, each touch of his fur against the sensitive skin, Simba felt his mind being shoved further and further into that bliss, unable to think straight from the sudden intense feeling.  Groaning and panting, groaning and panting, stroking, stroking, always stroking until it was all he could think about, that nice feeling.  More pre-cum had built up on his tip, covering his paw and making his shaft feel slick and smooth.  Simba barely noticed at first, but once enough had built up, it was like a whole new experience.  His paw was practically flying along his lion cock, eyes shut tight as he fondled himself quickly.  Faster and faster he stroked, pawing himself off as hard as he could, not understanding what he was doing but not caring at the same time.  He only knew one thing:  That it felt good.

Suddenly, there was a sort of sinking feeling.  Like something had suddenly begun building in the very pit of his stomach.  He didn't stop, for nothing could stop him now, but that feeling began to build.  It wasn't long until it moved down, down towards Simba's balls and suddenly felt like a pressure.  The cub was groaning, gritting his teeth as he panted like a mad lion.  The pressure kept building, bigger and bigger, until Simba felt it all over his body.  His lion cock suddenly felt like it was stiffening even more, pressure slowly rising up into the shaft as the cub bit his lip.  He kept stroking, paw practically a blur as the pressure kept building and building and building.  Finally, it felt like it had reached its peak, lowering his head against his haunches as the pressure reached its absolute maximum, cock twitching and standing tall as he threw his head back, letting out a giant moan of pleasure when he shot his first load of lion cum, landing on his soft chest fur while the first and only thing he could hear was-

"Simba, what are you doing?"

Mufasa.

The cub knew that he was in trouble, but his paw was still sliding up and down his cock, stroking and stroking as the thick strings of cum shot out, covering his paw and underbelly completely.  His eyes were closed, but he managed to open one in the midst of his very first orgasm, spotting his father standing before him.  The cub moaned in the midst of his climax, hips thrusting into his own paw and body shaking with uncontrollable pleasure.  It was a surprising amount, considering his size, but Simba's first orgasm was an unbelievable feeling to him.  When the last string of cum leaked out of his tip, hanging off of his member and slowly dripping toward his fur, the cub opened his eyes and panted.  His father just stood there, staring down at his son with disapproving eyes.

"I cannot believe you, Simba." His father began, locking eyes with the cub.  Simba was still panting, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as he looked back up at his father.  "Just look at you.  You're a complete mess." It was true.  Simba managed to take a look down at himself and was shocked to see all the thick, white lion seed covering his body.  His mind couldn't quite comprehend what it was, or much of anything from his afterglow, but he knew he was in trouble.  "First you disobey me by not going straight home, then I catch you spying on me, and now this??  Simba, I don't know what has gotten into you.  I don't know why you insist on trying to act older than you really are.  Even after that lesson I tried to teach you, did you learn absolutely nothing??"

Simba looked away, still panting and feeling ashamed.  The breeze blew softly against his body, causing a shiver as it ran across his still erect shaft, dripping with his seed.  He felt so disappointed in himself, for having disrespected his father and all the great kings of the past looking down on him.  He just wanted to disappear completely, hoping his father would never have to feel disappointed in him again.

"...so let's have another lesson."

Mufasa's voice caught Simba off guard.  He looked up toward his father and was taken aback to realize his father's face was suddenly much closer, practically hovering over Simba.  Stranger yet was that Mufasa was grinning at his son.  Suddenly, his gaze went to Simba's lion cock, still surprisingly erect after his first orgasm.  Simba didn't have any time to react before Mufasa's tongue ran along Simba's shaft and stomach, eliciting a long moan from the cub.  He shivered and closed his eyes, feeling his father slowly and softly licking him as if he were getting a bath.  Only this bath was quite unlike any other Simba had been given.  Mufasa just kept on grinning, lapping at the seed all strewn about Simba's body.  His tongue felt so warm as it ran along Simba's fur, cleaning him up bit by bit.

Another lick and Simba shivered all over again.  Mufasa was completely adamant with his tongue, demanding all the seed covering his son.  Simba couldn't move out of sheer ecstasy, head spinning from the indescribable feelings he was experiencing.  Another lick, followed by another and another sent Simba's mind into a sex-driven haze.  Suddenly, though, the tongue stopped its gentle but forceful exploration of Simba's stomach and cock.  Simba opened his eyes, sweating and blushing from all the attention he had received in the past few minutes.  His father was standing over him, small bits of semen still hanging from Mufasa's whiskers.  A single lick took care of them, followed by a deep throaty chuckle.

"It seems you actually are old enough for this lesson.  You always were such a quick learner."  Mufasa didn't give Simba any time to answer before he stepped over his son, sitting down at the base of his body, hanging over his flesh.  His paw rose through the air, resting on Simba's chest.  Simba looked at his father's paw, practically covering the entirety of his body as it gently pet him, claws lightly streaking through his fur as they went.  The paw slowly but surely made its way down toward Simba's stomach, brushing across the wet patch Mufasa had just cleaned, slowing down slightly as it neared Simba's cock.  Simba began panting again, blood rushing equally to his head and dick as his father's paw circled around his sheath, gently poking at his balls as they passed.  Mufasa was still grinning, and with one last look at his son's eyes, he tip-toed his digits onto Simba's dick and grasped it at the base, giving it a good, long stroke.

Simba let out a moaning gasp, feeling the soft fur running along his exposed flesh, Mufasa's paw practically covering his entire length just by grasping it.  He stroked again, slow enough for Simba to feel each and every follicle on his paw.  It was such an overwhelming feeling.  Simba's back began sliding down the tree, hips bucking with each thrust, trying to receive as much pleasure as he could.  But then, Mufasa's weight shifted suddenly.  Simba barely opened his eyes to look at his father before lights exploded in his head.  Suddenly, there was a strong pressure at Simba's tail hole as Mufasa stuck a single wet digit in.  The cub let out a gasp, hips bucking up even further as Mufasa dug in, wriggling his spit-covered digit around his son's virgin hole.  Simba had never felt anything inside him before, but it was such an unbelievable feeling that he never wanted to end.

Mufasa kept stroking, building up speed on Simba's dick and pumping his digit in and out of his son's rear.  He managed to build a rhythm between the two, going easy on the stroking as he suddenly pushed harder in his hole.  It stretched Simba out only slightly, causing practically no pain to the cub as he was played with, given such unbelievable pleasure as he'd never known before.  Simba was moaning like a hungry kitten, claws digging deep into the ground as his father showed him what it meant to be a mature lion.  Another stroke and another pump, and Mufasa suddenly twitched lightly.  Simba could see his father's massive lion cock getting erect once more, but all of Mufasa's attention was on his son, stroking and pumping, stroking and pumping.  Simba's dick was practically leaking pre-cum, coating Mufasa's entire paw and dripping onto his stomach, causing another large puddle that dripped onto the grass.  Simba's panting was getting heavier, hips thrusting harder and harder.

Then, he felt the pressure again.

Deep in Simba's loins, he could feel the pressure building up again, only this time it felt harder.  As Mufasa probed at Simba's tail hole and pawed off his cock, Simba's balls, moving up and down with the rhythm his father had built up, started to build with an intense pressure.  It kept building and building until it started moving up toward his shaft, twitching and hardening more and more with each second.  Simba began breathing harder, body racking and shaking with each breath.  His claws extended further into the earth, holding on as if his life depended on it.  Harder and harder the pressure pushed, dick pulsing with each passing second.  Simba felt light headed, hips pushing back toward the ground as his father continued to explore his body, slick sounds and moans taking over the night air.  Closer and closer Simba felt, pressure building up toward the very tip of his cock, eyes closed tight, breath coming faster and faster, ears hard against his head, claws piercing into the ground, dick twitching more and more, tail flicking back and forth, hind paws moving as far to the sides as they could, balls building, building, building until they felt like they just couldn't take anymore and Simba let his head fly back, hips thrust forward, back arching, tail twitching, cock pulsing, letting out a roar that echoed out on the night as he exploded with his lion seed once more, spraying all over his father's paw, all over his stomach, all over his chest shooting all the way up to his neck and muzzle, slick, sticky semen spraying out and covering practically everything in lion seed, spurting out in thick ropes, covering Mufasa's paw and Simba's dick until the cub felt stars exploding in his head, feeling the intense euphoria for what felt like ages, Mufasa's paws stroking and probing, stroking and probing, milking his son for all he had until the last rope of seed dribbled out of Simba's dick, landing softly on Mufasa's paw.

Simba was panting, hardly able to support his own body weight.  When Mufasa's paw withdrew from his shaft, the cub shivered, feeling the sudden cool breeze brushing over him once again.  Then, he let out a sudden gasp as Mufasa's digit slid out of his tail hole with a slick pop, body collapsing into the ground as his one source of support disappeared.  Simba suddenly felt so empty, lying in the wet earth covered with his own lion seed.  Mufasa just grinned lapping at Simba's messy fur once more, cleaning up his son as Simba's lion cock shrank back into its sheath, having had more than enough of a workout with its first true sexual experience.  Mufasa took his time with the cleaning, being as careful as he could with his son, who must've felt exhausted.  And Simba was exhausted, having had his first orgasm followed by another more intense than anything he'd ever experienced.  Mufasa gave one final lick at Simba's dick before he held a paw out to his son, offering to help him up.  Simba, still blushing and panting, accepted the paw and felt himself lifted onto his own four shaky paws.

"Take it easy, Simba." Mufasa chuckled at his son, clearly wavering from the exhaustion.  "It's always difficult recovering from your first orgasm.  Your first real adult experience."  These words made Simba's ears perk up, still exhausted but practically exploding with joy as he panted.

"You m-mean, I...I'm really a big li...lion just like y-you?"  Simba stumbled slightly, regaining his balance almost immediately as Mufasa laughed.

"Not quite, but you're getting there.  I can tell you're well on your way to being a real grown-up, just like your dad.  You're already pretty impressive with what you have.  I'm sure you'll make Nala a very happy lioness some day."  Mufasa smiled at his son before walking ahead of him toward Pride Rock.  The cub shakily followed at his father's side, padding at a pace that was just barely able to keep up when he suddenly realized Mufasa was still erect.  Even that strange smell from earlier had started to return, causing Simba's already swimming head to fog up once more.

"Uh...Dad?" Simba voiced, stopping in his tracks.  His father stopped also and turned his head, look of confusion upon his face.  "Um...wh-what about you?  Aren't you going to have an orgasm for yourself?"  The wording made Mufasa laugh again, nudging his head toward Pride Rock to urge Simba to keep walking.  The cub obeyed, still confused about his father's lack of attention to his own lion cock, but Mufasa had every intent to answer his son.

"Oh, Simba.  I'm a more mature lion.  It doesn't bother me as much as it did you when you had your own erection to take care of.  I'm patient and can wait." He smiled at his son, Simba feeling a new level of respect for his father, almost as if he could finally understand he had a long way to go until he really was an adult lion.  But, Simba knew he was getting there, and that night was proof.  "Besides,"  Mufasa started again, smiling to himself and chuckling as he kept walking, cock getting harder dripping pre as he went.

"Your mother's waiting for me."