Out of Town

"Thanks for watching the boy Terry, I'll only be gone three nights but I left the fridge stocked and there's a case of beer for you in the garage." Jon said into the phone, having just stepped off the plane and searching around for signs that would direct him to baggage claim.

"Oh it's no problem at all, thanks a lot for the beer! I think I'll have a few tonight. He's a real cute kid too, reminds me a lot of you." said the voice from the other end. Terry was his closest friend, they'd known each other since they were in grade school, and although they'd never officially dated, they did a lot of sexual exploration together when they were kids. Terry was the one who finally inspired Jon to come out of the closet, a move which cost Jon his marriage but gave him a whole new level of happiness. He was right about Kyle too, Jon's son. The boy was only 9 years old but was the spitting image of his father. From the curve of his bovid horns, to the soft off-white fur that covered him from tip to tail, right down to the lightly dappled spots that painted his slender thighs and flank. If they weren't 30 years apart they could have been twin goats.

Jon flushed a bit and shook himself back to reality, he'd been daydreaming for a moment about his son's body. "Alright, well I've gotta go Terry, see you both in a few days." he said into the phone.

"I'll send you updates so you can check up on things." Terry said as he hung up.  Jon wasn't quite sure what he meant by that, checkups didn't seem necessary, but no matter.  Eventually he found the baggage claim, made his way outside to hail a taxi, and started the slow traffic crawl to his hotel.

It was about 45 minutes into the slow drive that his phone lit up with a message. It was a text, from Terry, and it had an image attached. Jon unlocked his phone and swiped the message up onto his screen. "Kyle wanted to say hi, daddy!" it said, a sweet sentiment but the image accompanying the message was what really caught Jon's attention. It was a selfie taken by Terry, outside on the back porch that overlooked the valley behind his home. Terry was shirtless and grinning, the white and grey fur of his bare wolfish chest catching the dimming light of sunset.  Jon's son Kyle was sitting on the man's lap stripped down to his underwear with Terry's other arm wrapped around the young goat's waist, fingers ever so slightly tucked inside the waistband of the boy's undershorts.

Jon was speechless, suddenly blushing pink under his soft white fur. Jon had seen Kyle in his underwear or less plenty of times, but seeing his beautiful son nearly naked and sitting on his best friend's lap, it made Jon weak in the knees.  Jon was staring at the photo for a good 10 minutes, his paw unconsciously rubbing at the bulge in his pants when his phone beeped again, startling the older goat and nearly making him drop it. It was another photo from Terry. This time Kyle was standing on the back porch, still in his underwear with a noticably stiff bulge at the crotch. Kyle was holding one of the beers to his muzzle, drinking and making a peace sign at the camera. "Remember when we got drunk at his age?" the text read.

Jon reached his paw inside his pants now, unable to resist touching himself as he looked over his son's beautiful body, knowing his friend was there enjoying it in person. He did remember getting drunk at that age, in fact it was the first time he and Terry slept together. Jon had been only 9 at the time and Terry had just turned 10. For Terry's birthday they had snuck into his dad's beer chest and brought it up to the boy's bedroom. Lightweights that they were, it wasn't long before they were naked and exploring each other's bodies. In fact that was the first night that they... oh.

A sudden realization dawned on Jon as he remembered. That must be what he intended to do with Kyle tonight.  It wasn't three minutes later his suspicions were all but confirmed when Terry sent him another picture. It was nearly the same as before, Kyle was just finishing the last of the beer bottle, but this time Terry's grey furred paw was visible on the picture pulling the young goat's underwear down to his knees.  Kyle's three inch boy cock stuck straight out from his body, saluting the sunset in the background.  "He really takes after you." was the accompanying text.

Jon stared, jaw agape, paw wrapped around his throbbing cock in the back seat of a taxi cab.  He was completely lost in his own world as the taxi came to a halt and the driver shouted something back at him.

"Hey, you deaf?! I said we're here! Fare's sixty two dolla's." the badger tapped the meter behind his seat, looking back and seeing the goat's paw buried in his pants. "Aww fuck, pay the fare and get out of my cab ya damn pervert!  Can't wait to check in to your room before you start spankin' it?  Geeze!"

Jon was beyond embarrassed. He dug into his wallet and pulled out a wad of twenty's, practically shoving them at the badger before stumbling his way out of the car.  It was raining quite terribly outside, but he had to hold his briefcase in front of his groin instead of above his head to block the rain, lest his sorely tented pants be exposed for all onlookers to see.  He rushed toward the lobby of the hotel and thought he heard the badger yell something about overpayment, but he was far too embarrassed to confront the man again and hurried away instead.

Inside the lobby, dripping with rainwater, he heard his phone beep again in his pocket. Oh no, he couldn't look at it now. What was Terry doing with his son, oh he had to know!!  No. Check in first. He'd be up in his room soon, private, alone. He walked up to the counter, only one person ahead of him in line. He glanced around nervously, feeling the phone burning a hole in his pocket that he so desperately wanted to check. It beeped again. Oh sweet merciful dog, Terry was tormenting him. He kept the briefcase in front of his crotch and tried taking slow deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Sir, sir I can help you over here." a braying female voice called from his left. He was so distracted he hadn't event noticed the second concierge lane open. Jon rushed over and nodded frantically at the pony behind the counter.

"Ah yes checking in please Jon Goatsnaked, ERR I MEAN GOATSNELL. Jon Goatsnell, oh dog." Jon stammered, feeling the blush rise to his face again, knowing how easily his embarrassment showed through his pale fur.

"Um, yes sir, Mr. Goatsnell. We have you in room 111, single king, staying for three nights, is that all correct?" the well dressed filly nodded at him, purposely ignoring his Freudian slip.

"Yes that will all be fine, thank..." Jon's phone beeped again and his heart skipped a beat. "... you. Thank you may I please have my key?"

"Yes sir here it is." she calmly handed him a plastic key card. "Now if you like, the pool is open until 11 PM and we serve breakfast in the lobby from 7 until..." Jon practically snatched the keycard from her hand, interrupting the young woman and taking off in long strides down the hallway toward the signs that directed him to room 111.

Thank dog it was on the first floor, he could barely have stood the agonizing wait of an elevator ride. Mercifully the phone hadn't beeped a fourth time, and as he tapped the keycard repeatedly to try and open the door, he could feel good heart racing. Finally the dim LED on the lock fixture turned green and he was inside. He dropped his briecase immediately and whipped the phone back out of his pocket. Only two messages from Terry. The other notification must have been, ah an email from his boss, screw it, he couldn't be bothered at a time like this.

Jon opened the messages, staring down as a picture of his 9 year old son, now totally naked and looking over the balcony as the sun set. His perfectly round dappled white flank bare in the dim light. "Perfect view" was all the text said. Jon had to agree.

He swiped to the next message, this time it was a top down view as if Terry was standing over Kyle. The little goat boy was looking up and smiling, his slender naked body filling all but the bottom of the image frame, where Jon saw a shadow of Terry's thick canine cock resting against the small of Kyle's lower back. Oh fuck. It was really going to happen. Jon had dreamed about it countless times but Terry was actually going to do it. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of your boy." the text confirmed.

Jon could feel all the blood rushing to head head, what little of it wasn't already rushing to his cock. He sat on the bed feeling his heart pounding in his chest. He should say something, he really ought to say something. Should he... say no? Was Kyle too young? Jon struggled with his conscience until his eyes wandered back to the photo and pure animal lust overcame his mind.

"Do it." was all he texted back. Scared that as he saw the message turn from "sending" to "sent" that he had just done something that was going to change their lives forever.

A moment later he got a reply, this time with no image attached. "As if I needed your permission." it said. Oh fuck. Here he was over a thousand miles away and his 9 year old son was about to lose his virginity to his childhood best friend.

Jon undid his tie and stripped off his shirt, pacing the room as he wondered what he should do, could do, and fighting the animal instinct inside him that said he wanted it to happen so badly.  The phone beeped again. Jon rushed over and opened the message. This time the photo was inside the house, taken in his living room with Terry standing in front of the full length mirror that covered the wall near the foyer. Terry was completely naked, the tight muscles of his body well accented by the soft interior lights. Kyle was hanging from the older wolf's arm as he flexed his bicep, the boy's foot hooves dangling off the ground as he appeared to laugh. Terry was fully facing the mirror so he could take the photo, and his cock was angled straight at it making it difficult to see the full size, but Jon had seen, and taken, that cock more times than he could count. He knew what Kyle was in for.

The next photo he received was top down again, this time Terry had his cock in his paw and was holding it in front of the young goat's muzzle. Kyle was extending his tongue in preparation. "Ready to see your little boy get used, daddy?"

The next three photos arrived in quick succession, showing Kyle's muzzle pressed progressively further and further down on Terry's ten inch beast of a cock. Holy shit. His son was deep throating that. Even Jon couldn't take the whole thing! "He's better at this than you are!" read the text on the final message.

Ooooh fuck, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. By this time Jon had stripped himself down entirely, his clothes strewn about the hotel room. His paw gripped firmly around his cock as he watched his son go to work on his friend, imagining the cock getting sucked was his own.  How was Kyle able to take Terry's whole cock?  It was incredible!

Another message followed soon after, it was the same perspective but this time Terry's cock was sitting on top of the boy's muzzle and face, as if to show the size comparison and showcase the young goat's impressive talents. Thick streams of precum were strung in ribbons across Kyle's face fur, and he held an expression of pure dumb bliss. Kyle was loving this. Jon was loving it more.

The older goat stroked his cock as he laid in the hotel bed alone, flipping through the photos on his phone, remembering all the times he and Terry had played around when they were kids, remembering the adults they had teased and the first time he and Terry took turns sucking the janitor's cock in the supply closet at school.

As he dreamed and pawed his stiff cock, another message came through. This time it wasn't just an image, it was a video. It took several minutes to load, the video file was big, but when it finally did Jon couldn't believe what he was seeing. Kyle was on all fours on the couch in his living room, and Terry with the camera was just behind him. His paws spreading the young boy's rump cheeks and pushing his fingers inside.

He couldn't believe it, Kyle wasn't as tight as he expected a virgin tail to be. Terry had lubed up his fingers and was slipping them inside with ease as Kyle moaned beneath him. If Jon didn't know any better he'd think Kyle wasn't a virgin after all. Wait... wasn't he??

The question quickly became a moot point as the video transitioned to a top down view of Terry lining up his thick canine cock with Kyle's rear. Slowly and steadily Jon watched as the throbbing red length disappeared inside his son's backside. It was... How?? How did he take it so easily?  He could hear Kyle moaning out in pleasure from off camera as Terry began to pump in and out of the boy. Then voicing over the lusty moans of the cub, he heard Terry speaking to him. "You see Jon, while you've been busy with work all the time, Kyle and I have been having fun together." he groaned and sped up his thrusts. Jon pawed along from his hotel room on the other side of the country, watching wide eyed as this new truth was put before him.

"All those times I picked him up from soccer practice, all those late nights you had to work where we got pizza, all those chess team games?  Hah!" Terry laughed, the camera shaking a bit. "Your boy doesn't know how to play chess. I can't believe you fell for that shit."

Terry grunted and increased his pace again. "Listen Jon, what do you hear?" The perspective of the camera changed, the lens facing up toward the wolf from the perspective of the young goat's back. He watched the wolf's bare muscled chest tightening and relaxing as he thrust his cock forward. With the microphone closer to Kyle now, he could better hear what the boy was moaning.

"Oh daddy, daddy, yes, yes!! Fuck me daddy!! Fuck me!!!" the high prepubescent voice cried out over the video. His son's voice. His son's voice calling for him, as he was getting fucked...

The camera shifted back, this time up to Terry's face. "You see Jon? Your little boy just wants his daddy. But you didn't have the time, or the balls, to give him what he really wanted. I'm his daddy now Jon, your boy is mine." Terry grinned and his phone screen turned black, ending the video playback.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, was this really happening?  He couldn't believe it. Terry had been fucking his son for years, how young had he been?  5 or 6?  It was hard to tell but... fuck!!! Why did it turn him on so much?!? Jon repeated the video and returned to his furious masturbation.

In the middle of his fourth watch through Jon finally got off. It was the quite possibly the night biggest, most pent-up load the goat had ever had.  A rich pool of cum covered his belly, chest, and neck. It dripped down his sides and into the cheap hotel bedsheets beneath him.  Just as the afterglow was finally starting to wear off he got another message.  No, two messages.

He checked his phone, exhausted and spent, flipping open the message and groaning as his cock instantly sprung back to life. It was a photo of his son's tail spread, cum practically flowing out of his hole. It had poured down his legs and onto the couch upholstery, soaking into the fabric. As big as Jon's load had just been, this was bigger. The goat tucked his ears back in shame as he gripped his cock and began to paw himself off again.

But wait, what was the second message?  He swiped over and his heart skipped a beat. It was the same photo but Terry had zoomed further out. In the frame were three other men from the chest down, cropping out their faces. All were naked, all were well hung and had a grip on their cocks. The text on this one read "You can have him back when we're done with him."