I Just Wanted to Try It
by tannim
May 2, 2009

	Lazar wolfe's tail wagged happily back and forth while he held onto his mother's skirt.  They were having a nice day shopping for small nicknacks in the strip mall where his daddy worked.  He tugged on her skirt and pointed eagerly at something, as most 4 year olds will do.   "Mommy look! A kitty toy!" He let go of her skirt while she looked around trying to figure out what he was pointing at.  Other shoppers walking from one store to the next in the slightly overcast open air walkway in front of the strip of stores either smiled or ignored the blue and white furred wolf pup.

	He darted to the big window of a toy store and pressed against it, looking at the big plush non-morphic cat in the window.  It had silly butterfly wings on it and two antennae coming out of its head.  He giggled and looked back for his mom, Fillial.  She was smiling and watching him from a bench opposite the store. Her subtle way of saying "No" without actually saying anything.  It also gave her a chance to rest her legs.  She was slightly chubby, losing much of her perfect figure during pregnancy and birth but was still very pretty at twenty seven.  His mother waved at him and he knew she was giving him permission to keep looking at it a bit longer.  He turned back and scooted back and forth along the window, eying it until he got bored.  It didn't take long.

	Another attempt to get her attention failed and he pouted, knowing he would have to go over to her and she wouldn't let him come back.  And that's exactly what happened.  She took his paw I in her hand and led him on.  As they passed the store his daddy worked he saw his daddy, Martin, looking out and waved eagerly to him.  His mom smiled at the man too, a big though also slightly chubby wolf with a grey-blue pelt.  Before she could go to him a woman caught her and wouldn't let go, as usual.  The ladies chatted about whatever it was they chatted about. Lazar didn't really pay attention.  He went over and got a hug from his dad, but didn't get to stay long because of other furs demanding his attention.  They always did that, just because his daddy worked there and he didn't.

	Lazar scuffled his  feet and looked around the ground for something interesting.  He picked up a discarded magazine and sat down within easy view of his mother.  She glanced over and smiled at him being so peaceful and turned her attention back to the conversation.  Other shoppers passed him by, all ignoring him as he looked into the magazine.  It had a picture of a big male on the front.  He wore nothing.  Lazar couldn't read well, so he couldn't understand the title, only able to make out the word Boys here and there.  The pictures inside made his eyes widen.  Nice looking daddies were hugging and kissing together.  Their muzzles pressed together like his daddy did with his mom.

	The boy giggled at the silly males not wearing clothing but he studied the big sheaths and low hanging scrotums below.   He didn't know the real words, only that they were naughty parts.  Lazar didn't understand why they were naughty as it seemed everybody had them.  Except his mom, but he figured that was unusual.  He hadn't seen any other females naked.  Like any boy he liked his genitals.  It was fun seeing other boys playing with their sheaths.  Especially when they looked so happy.  He turned the page and tilted his head this way and that, finally he figured out that it was a wolf's butt  right in his face on the page.  A view he'd never seen before.   It looked weird, but fun.

	New sights were on every page, but some that really caught his attention were the ones of two daddies together.  The ones showing their pee sticks straight and raised, like his own sometimes got for no reason.  Even more so the ones where one daddy was pushing it into another.  Some under the tails of another, others into a mouth or two.  They all seemed so loving and interesting.  Near the middle a series of photos showed a male going from limp to pounding to something suddenly squirting out of the one on the bottom's thingy.  The one taking the other's thingy really seemed to be enjoying  himself! 

	Lazar looked around and saw his father charging towards him.  He quickly shifted pages, looking through them faster, it wasn't as satisfying, but he recognized that look on his father's face.  He had something he wasn't supposed to again.  Anything interesting he wasn't supposed to have.  There was a younger looking male that caught his eye before his father got close, the teenager squatted onto an older man's cock and pushed his butt down taking it.  His  face looking really intense and happy.  He recognized the words Father and Son on the title and looked up as his father finally got to him.  "Hi daddy!" The boy said hoping to distract the male. It never worked but he always tried it.

	"What are you doing?!" His daddy said looking at the magazine

	"I found this neat..." Lazar yelped as his find was pulled out of his hands and he was pulled up and spanked for no reason.  "Aww!!! Waaa" Crying as he was spanked several times.  His mother looked over and hurried over while the magazine was rubbed in front of and against his nose.

	"You do NOT look at this stuff! No son of mine is going to be a gay fagot!" He spanked the boy again.  "Do you understand?"

	"Waah... no... what's.. OW!" His father stopped him from responding but then visibly forced himself to calm down a bit to try to explain why it was bad.

	"Boys do not look at other boys like this.  This this MAGAZINE is disgusting.  Don't ever look at anything like it again.  Males don't touch like that!" He showed it to his mate and they talked a bit while he wondered what he did wrong.

	*

	At kindergarten pre-school/day care, later that day, he talked about it with his friends Blue and Melchi.  Melchi, a boy cat, changed color as they spoke.  Starting at blue color as he was happy to be with his friends and his fur colors changed with his mood.  Blue stayed the same color the whole time.  Melchi looked worried and his blue darkened with a tinge of red.  "Why'd he spank you?"

	"I dunno.  I showed him the magazine I found and he just spanked me. It hurt!" Lazar rubbed his butt to emphasize.

	"What was in the magazine?" Blue asked curiously.

	"Lots of daddies hugging and kissing and doing things with each other." He looked around conspiratorially.  "With their naughty parts."

	"Ohh..." Melchi's red lightened a bit to purple red and blue mix.  "Was it fun?"

	"The looked like the were having a lot of fun!" Lazar frowned. "I really want to try it.  But daddy says boys don't touch boys like that."

	Blue reached down and pushed his paw against Lazar's pants at the groin.  They all looked at it.  "I don't know what's special about those parts."

	"Me neither." Melchi admitted.

	They snuck into the coat closet and dropped their pants to touch, knowing it wasn't allowed and while it was funny feeling, they didn't see why they shouldn't.  It didn't hurt. It didn't feel strange.  It felt basically the same as touching any other part of each other.  Melchi did turn fully blue, but he was a happy boy and that seemed to be his normal color around friends.  Lazar looked down then suddenly darted forward and kissed Blue on the lips like he had seen in the magazine.  The other boy looked surprised but then pushed into it, awkwardly.  Neither really knew how to kiss but it was fun exploring.  

	The coats parted and their teacher stood there looking down at them.  The big otter had a patient look on his face, he was used to his cubs hiding in there and always gave them time to get over the fun factor of hiding in the forest of coats and old clothes and toys. "What are you boys up to?"  Not seeming dismayed or upset at their half nudity.  He laughed at their choruses of "Nothing" and let them go without further comment.

	*

	Back at home for the night Lazar looked at his father, eating at the table without really looking at his son.  Their mom was in the kitchen finishing up a cake for her bake sale the next day.  The boy looked at the meaty alphabet noodles and then at his father's steak.  He wanted to ask his daddy something but he didn't like what he expected the answer to be.  His  father looked up and saw the fidgeting and sighed as he asked "What is it, Lazar?"

	"Ummm... can I... I want... I really want to try what I saw in the magazine." He blurted out.  The boy saw the older wolf's face darken and hurried on. "It looked fun and they seemed really happy!  I don't see why it's..."

	"NO.  No you little fagot. Boys don't touch and can't fuck each other!" His father said loudly and emphatically.  In the kitchen his mate's ears perked up and her back stiffened.  She didn't like how he was speaking to their son.  While she didn't plan to interrupt the conversation she could clearly hear every word of she did plan to talk with him sternly afterward.

	The wolf pup's ears wilted.  "Why not?  I just want to see how it feels.  We could do it after we eat.  It would only take a little while!"

	His father's mouth opened and closed as he tried to think of things to say.  The boy wanted to have HIM stuff his dick into another male.  A far too little male even if he WERE to.

	"Even if I WERE like that you are FAR too little for sex even if it were with a female!  Males don't have with males. And adults don't have sex with children!  Especially not BOYS WITH THEIR FATHERS!"  He slammed his glass down and hurried out of the room while his son cried at the table, not able to hold it back after the emotional barrage of disgust, disappointment, and outright hatred in his father's voice and eyes.

	His mother came out and pet her boy's head gently.  "Shhh... it's alright.  Why don't we watch some TV and you can skip your bath before bed?"

	*

	After a long night tossing in his sleep he was back in daycare again the next day while his mom was at her bake sale.  The wolf pup talked with Melchi and Blue again.  They both frowned at his father's reaction but neither wanted to touch that day.  The otter overheard them though and caught Lazar before nap time.  The little four year old rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked up at the male as the otter took him to the bathroom.  "Let's talk, Lazar."

	"Ok." The puppy said obediently.  He dropped his pants to pee while standing in front of the potty and the older Otter reach down to hold his little penis and aim the cub's urine.

	"You're father told you males don't touch males, if I heard you right?" His teacher sort of asked. His fingers still gentle holding the little boy's penis.

	"Uh huh." Lazar answered without thinking anything of the help.  It had happened before, even his father had helped him like that when he was learning to pee standing up "As a proper man should," as his father had said.

	"Does my holding you like this feel bad?" Giving the boy a gentle squeeze.

	Lazar looked down and noticed that the man really was holding him at his naughty parts. "N... No..."

	The teacher smiled broadly.  "Then I think your father is wrong."

	"I asked him if I could try something from a magazine with him.  He said it was icky and even if it wasn't I was too little." The boy pouted.

	"Well now.  I figure if you're old enough to ask, you're old enough to try it." He held up a paw before the cub's mouth was even open.  "But not with me.  Not with a stranger. I  heard what it was you were talking about with your friends.  That's not something anybody should do with a random stranger or casual acquaintance... somebody you meet and don't know well.  You should only do that with people you love and know well!"  The male pat his head as the boy looked down uncertainly.  "Why don't you think about that while you nap and on your way home."

	*

	Lazar's nap helped a lot after the bad night and he was feeling energetic again, the talk with his teacher had really helped him feel better.   He didn't mention it to his mother as she picked him up or on the way home, but she smiled at him encouragingly as she could tell he had something on his mind.  As he had never been TOO much mischief she wasn't worried that it was really dangerous to him or anybody else or likely to get into trouble because of it.

	He ran in and hugged his father, on the man's day off.  His tail wagged while his father acted a bit gruff.  The big wolf had gotten quite a talking to from his mate the night before and that didn't go well with what his son had been asking about before.   The boy looked up at him and he could see from the cub's eyes that his son was going to ask again.  "Lazar, I alread..."

	"Dear! Listen to him this time, I don't want you hurting him again."  She picked up her cub's small backpack and carried it to his room.

	Lazar lead his father to his parent's room. "Daddy... please can I try sea Ex with you?"  Not really understanding the pronunciation of the word  or how to spell it.

	"I told you it's dirty for males to touch" His father tried to keep the disgust out of his voice.

	"But you touched me there when I peed!  And in the.. bath" His ears wilted as he said the hated word himself.

	"THAT is different" The older male shot back quickly.

	"Nuh uh! It's touch too!" Lazar's eyes welled up in tears.  "It doesn't mean nothing... I just want to try it.  It looked like so much fun and I... I want to do it with you!"

	Seeing his son so upset frustrated the father.  He knew he had to diffuse it with the other argument.  "You're too small, to YOUNG for it, Lazar.  Even if you weren't male!"

	His son scrubbed at his cheek, wiping away a building tear.  "Not too young if I can ask!  I know what it is!"

	"What is it, then?" A desperate reply as he rapidly lost control of the situation and his own understanding of the situation.

	"When a father lays on his back and his son sits down on his on his... his Daddy's stiffy and feels good and makes funny pee!" The boy shot back,as close as he could recall to the magazine picture of the father and son.

	Lazar's dad turned away.  He didn't want this, it was gross, but his son looked so dejected.  The male turned away and walk to the door.  His son cried and the male left the room.  He saw his mate reading in the next room and walked past the doorway.  After a brief pause, he turned and she looked back in time to see him pass the other way going back.  A faint smile on her muzzle as she heard a heavy "Fine." followed by a happy yelp from her son and little foot paws slapping across the floor.

	Lazar hugged his father and the male crouched down.  His son leaned up, still too short ever with his father crouching, and kissed the other male.  He heard a knock behind him and broke the kiss to look back. His mate stood in the doorway smiling.  She stepped in and handed him a bottle of lubricant from her toy cabinet. "You made the right choice, dear." She whispered into his ear.  "I'm proud of you"  She kissed both her men and left the room.

	The boy's father, Martin, flushed deeply under his fur.  He didn't know what his mate was up to or why she should accept what was happening so readily, but it embarrassed him more than he could ever admit.  Little paws tugging at his belt made him look down at the little blue and white cub before him.  His son really was an attractive boy.  He hoped all the girls thought so when he was old enough to date.  Until then, he knew he would do anything for his son, even things he didn't like.

	Martin stood up so Lazar could remove his belt. It took a while but eventually came off.  He pulled his own underwear off and then his shirt. Standing in front of an already nude boy with a bottle of lubricant in his hand felt strange, bizarre in fact.  It occurred to him he didn't notice the boy undress.  Had he really been thinking that hard he wondered to himself as he was pulled to his own bed.  The father lay down and his son looked at him expectantly.

	Glancing down Martin didn't know whether to feel proud or humiliated that he didn't have an erection.  His penis was still soft and sheathed and uninterested.  Taking a deep breath he gave in.  "I'm sorry, Son, you'll just have to do some work to get me ready.  You'll have to T... touch me all you like to get it ready."

	Such a look of happiness made the disgusting statement worth it.  Lazar climbed up on the bed and nuzzled his soft four year old cheek against the twenty eight year old's heavy scrotum.  His balls inside shifting against the boy's muzzle.  Martin could hear the curious sniffing and feel the equally curious fingers caressing and kneading his sheath and inner thighs.  The child had no idea what he was doing, but he was doing it surprisingly well.  All the magazine had showed was adults already ready already.  It didn't show anything memorably relating to foreplay or to getting the couple up for sex.

	Lazar looked up at his daddy's face for recognition of what he was doing and saw his father looking at him and smiling, there was a small tear stain down the older male's cheek fur but he seemed over it.  He patted the bed beside him.  "Lay down with your feet here, Lazar."  His son did as he was told and giggled and then laughed loudly as the man pulled his feet up and pushed his muzzle between them.  Loud sniff noises escaped while each foot was sniffed in turn.  Soft boy scent filled his daddy's nose and a tongue tickled into the arches of his foot paws.

	Lazar squeezed his father in return.  He played with the man's sheath and balls.  Poking his finger into the small slit at the tip and wiggling it inside.  Inside the wet soft thing, his daddy's thingy he knew, felt really need.  His own was too tight to get his finger into.  Only when he pulled his sheath back and his penis pushed out past the long foreskin of the opening to pee could he touch his and that somehow felt a lot less neat than touching his father's.  Squishy squelchy noises escaped as he pumped his small finger in and out of the fleshy tube.  An intense scent came with it.  It smelled like his father usually smelled, only far more so... and far more insistent.  He wanted to do the fun sex with his daddy more as he smelled and felt his thingy so closely.

	Martin found his thoughts in a whirl.  It felt wonderful to have such tiny hands exploring his genitals.  Even if they WERE from a boy... WERE from his own four year old son.  The child's feet smelled good.  No odor at all, just a soft sweet musk to them.  He seemed to young to build up any sweat there.  His narrow ankles slightly wider than the man's fully erect cock felt too small in his hands.  The boy's thighs and butt were calling to him but he resisted, at first. There was satisfaction in just playing with the cub's feet but as he played he wanted more.  He was already in for a dime, he may as well go in for the dollar.. and as his son pumping his finger in and out of his sheath, then two fingers, made him slide his hands down the puppy's legs  to rub his inner thighs.  'Such soft fur' his fingers told him.  Soft fur and even softer flesh with very little muscle to feel hard and resistant.  The adult's finger's find a small tight pouch nestled between them, where he knew it would be, and a thrill went through him.

	'This is so wrong!' His upbringing told him.  Martin ignored it and let his feelings talk to him instead.  They spoke of a lover needing to be loved and wanting to be loved intimately.  Their words of comfort and love were far more pleasant than the words of guilt and rejection he had grown up with.  'So what if we're males?' His body asked 'It feels good to me!'  He let his fingers close over his son's sheath and heard the sweet happy bark his love gave from it.  Soft pumps brought an almost cat like humming purr from Lazar.  As a reward, almost, Martin's body gave the boy what he wanted.

	Lazar pulled his finger from his daddy's sheath when it tightened.  The thing inside it grew wider and longer.  His finger was stuck a little as it pushed out of the sheath but wasn't bad at all.  He rather enjoyed it.  That big masculine rod in front of him made his mouth drop open.  It was really BIG.  His small fingers weren't able to touch each other around the girth of the large adult male.  Little twinges of nervousness and fear tickled his spine with anticipation of sitting on it, but the stroking between his legs settled him.  His daddy's fingers stroking his own naughty parts felt a lot different from when his teacher had done it and Lazar hoped his fingers felt just as good to his father as he tried to wrap both paws around it again.

	"Erf... Lazar, pull the furry part down until it presses to my belly." Martin called to him.  Lazar didn't understand why he would want that, but he quickly pushed his hands down and slid the soft flesh down.  More of his daddy's erect thingy was revealed including a skinnier part at the very base.  He looked up at his lover and the man reached down to pet his head fur between his ears.  "Relax... If you want to stop now, I..."

	"Uh uh!" Lazar said and scrambled up.  He straddled the male and his father had to react quick to stop him slamming his butt down.

	"No! Wait!" Martin caught the boy just a few inches from agony and pulled his son to his chest.  The cub had been scared by his reaction and he had to kiss the child for several seconds while his erection throbbed at full hardness pressed against his little butt cheeks.  "You need to wait for me to lubricate it and you first.  I'm not telling you you can't do it."

	The boy looked back at it and pouted.  "Ok..."

	"Good boy" Another kiss and the wolf popped the top off the lube tube.  Martin pulled Lazar's little hands out and squeezed the sticky but slippery stuff onto them.  "Rub that onto me, Lazar. While you do, lay on your side with your leg in the air and tail up.  I have to put some into your bottom."

	Lazar laughed at the slippery stuff, playing with it a bit, but the look on his father's face of  "Do it or we stop now" made him do as he was told.  He used his daddy's erection as brace to hold himself steady while he lay down.  The stiff male pole bent downward from where it joined his father's body but not in the middle like he'd expected.  With how hard that thing was the boy expected it to not be able to bend at all but he bent it all the way to the bed without TOO much work and still seemed to have plenty of room to go. His father's heavy breathing finally reached his ears, that bending pushing it up to a level he could distracted by.  "Is this ok, daddy?" Lazar asked and stopped his bending game to rub the lubricant in.

	"Unng... Yes, son... that's it.  Now hold still, this will feel cold and weird."  The warning came a second before something hard and cold pressed to his anus.  The cold feeling came and the puppy clamped his legs together, his paws let go to grab at his butt but his daddy caught them and pulled them away and back where the should be.  "Relax, it's just a weird feeling.  It feels good if you give it a moment."  His son was already relaxing as it had warmed to his body temperature and he could only feel a silly greasy feeling inside.

	The child's butt tensed again and his tail clamped down over his daddy's well lubricated finger as he pushed it in after the lube that had been squirted directly in.  His son whimpered in discomfort and whined louder when the finger suddenly slipped in. The pain of penetration built but then faded.  It wasn't too bad really, Lazar thought.  That finger inside him pushed in and out exactly as he had done to his father's sheath earlier.   In and out and in and he could feel it. That weird sensation between his legs when he got a stiffy.

	Lazar looked down and giggled again, there it was standing at its proud 3 inch length.  He wasn't very big yet, but he always felt better when it was stiff.  In and out he felt the pressure in his bottom and suddenly there was more stretching feeling, more stinging aching pain in his butt, and more whining escaped before his father's second finger slid past his ring and into his bowels.   The child looked back at his father, his own slippery little still rubbing awkwardly at the huge adult pole in front of him. Bigger than his fist in the middle but narrowed to a blunt wedge at the tip.

	Martin had a look of concentration and exploration on his face.  He'd never seen a boy's butt this close up and was finding it rather pretty.  He'd seen Lazar's ass many times, but never from this inviting angle. Working his fingers in was also something he knew he had to be careful about.  In and out push and pull he saw his second finger open the puppy hole up just that much more.  The pink interior was visible between his finger cleavage and that ring around them was looking taught.  He hoped it could take the third finger he'd have to push in to make sure the cub could take his cock like he wanted.

	After all this Martin didn't want to have to tell the boy he couldn't do it!  He couldn't face the by or his mate if that happened.  He carefully pushed his third finger into the space between the first two and very slowly pushed it in.  Quiet pained grunting came from Lazar but it had to happen so he kept pushing.  Each small buttocks clenched, each little muscle visibly tightened everywhere as the tension on his son's ring grew and forced it open.  A squeal escaped Lazar and he thrust the rest of the way in suddenly.  It had taken him five minutes to get in, both were still rampant.

	He'd never managed to stay so rampant with so little attention to his cock before.  The boy had stopped rubbing his shaft shortly after the second finger but it was still as hard as it had been before the lube.  Martin knew the boy was ready as he pumped his fingers in and out, rotating them this way and that inside and watching the lubricant he had squirted in ooze between his fingers.  There was nothing else, his son was quite clean inside currently.  While gently working his fingers he waited for the sounds of discomfort to go away before finally slipping his fingers out.  He pushed all three back in once, twice, four times, five, and gave the cub's balls a light squeeze.  "Ok, Lazar... Now you may sit on me"

	"Yay!" The four year old climbed up hurriedly , it had been getting boring laying there, and straddled his laying father.  He saw his daddy put another pillow behind his back so the man could see the action better and squatted down quickly.  Lazar had imagined the son in the picture squatting down really fast to  get the expression on his face and tried to do it himself.  He felt his daddy's penis enter him and an intense ache as it opened him up differently than the fingers had.  It sank in a lot deeper too he found and suddenly his father's hands held his hips, stopping him before he could take more than an inch of the eight inch wolf meat.

	"Easy, go slow." Martin told him.

	Lazar looked down and obediently went slower.  It felt a lot better and a funny "Gotta Go" feeling built and grew.  He looked up again into his father's eyes and saw the love there.  He pushed down again, biting his lower lip with his top left canine tooth.  The feeling of the hot thing sliding in, dragging against his ring as it stretched him open, pulsing and alive with the man's heartbeat, was amazing for the four year old.

	Martin's fingers reached out to rub Lazar's little penis hesitantly. Growing more confident only after several attempts at rubbing the boy and after the cub had slipped the first 3 inches of his erection into himself.  It was weird touching the child's stiff penis, it was similar to his own, but the foreskin like sheath opening allowed only the first inch and a half of the boy's penis out.  The extra inch or so was visible underneath but didn't slip out readily.

	He wondered if he was like that when he was that age, but his thoughts were distracted at best by the intense growing constriction Lazar's inner muscles  were giving to his shaft.  The boy's bowels tried hard to push him out while the rest of him tried to push more inside.  Martin groaned and found himself suddenly panting.  He really wanted to kiss his lover again, but couldn't easily do so.  He could only watch as more of his arousal was forced into a far too young male without any effort on his part.

	Lazar was very intent on taking his daddy.  The picture was right. It made him feel really good, but also really bad.  He had to go, badly, and it ached deep inside him. But each movement of the stiffy inside his bottom ground against something inside that felt really good.  Fingers touching his own stiffy  made him not want to stop too.  He had no idea how much he had inside, it felt like an entire arm, but he wanted all of his father inside.  The boy wanted to show him how big and mature he was!  Tears started down Lazar's cheeks from both happiness and pain inside.  The stretching was so hard, at first.  He found if he pulled some out it felt a lot better and soon his legs were pushing him up as well as down trying to take more inside.

	Martin slipped his other had under his son's balls and spread his fingers to cup Lazar's soft young butt.  He helped the cub push back up and down as he could see both legs quivering with effort already.  If Lazar slipped he could really hurt himself with the sudden seat on that big adult dick!  Like a good father he kept his son safe... while encouraging that sweet up and down stroking of his cock the boy's actions were giving him.  Without knowing it, Lazar was humping his daddy exactly as the boy in the magazine had done.

	From the tight  fit, his father knew it wouldn't be long,  just a few more strokes and, he was amazed to see, a couple more inches, and they would BOTH be there.  Inch after inch had slipped inside such a small body and squeeze after squeeze had drug out the copious canine precum helping to keep the lubricant active.

	The boy's legs suddenly gave out and in the awkward position, his father's hand couldn't keep him up fully.  While his fall was slowed, Lazar sank the final inch and a half down his father's cock to his knot in one fast slide.  His momentum and the lubricant, and his father's not fully swollen knot, allowed the child to pop down past his swelling knob just as it was about to inflate fully.  They both stiffened but Lazar's eyes jerked open wide and stared at his father.  That knot stretching his insides even further ached a lot, but was forgotten by the feeling of his daddy's orgasm spurting powerful jets of very hot semen inside.  With the four year old's anus clenching tightly, rhythmically trying to expel it he encouraged it to swell further to a full tie and milked every bit of cum his mate could pump.

	The pressure of the knot ground against his already over stimulated prostate and seeing the problem Martin rubbed the boy's penis faster, finally pushing the child to his own peak.  Lazar's back arched, his muzzle tilted upwards and eyes closed.  His world lost in a haze of bliss.  Nothing came out of the cub's stiff penis, but it pulsed and clenched exactly as his father's had inside him.  He felt his daddy's arms around him holding him tightly as he came down from his orgasmic high and felt the broad muzzle tip pressing to his in a powerful kiss.  Neither saw Fillial standing in the doorway watching with a smile or noticed when she left them alone again.

	As they broke the kiss Lazar whimpered and squirmed.  The knot inside was too big for him and hurt a lot it seemed.  His father tickled him a bit and rubbed his penis more and his soon relaxed.  The pleasure and distraction made the tie comfortable and rewarding it seemed.  Neither said anything. Neither needed to or could think of anything to say.  Adult paws teased and played with tiny genitals and nipples hidden under cubbishly soft fur.  Fingers stroked down the narrow chest while Martin rocked his little lover gently.

	The slight tugging on his knot from the rocking and  from the boy's reactions to his fondling kept him hard and full longer than he normally managed with his made.  Lazar was just so much tighter than his mate.  Martin wasn't sure how he and his mate would be after this.  He still loved her a so much but how would she think of him after... after he had done THIS with their child.

	He had to keep kissing and distracting Lazar, he knew.  Every time he stopped too long the cub hurt again.  While he wanted it to end, it felt so wonderful being in such a tight ass touching and tickling and cuddling.  Martin had never really liked cuddling but somehow, it worked with Lazar.  He didn't want it not to end either.  The sex had been fast and simple... but had drained him more than he'd expected it to.  Two small eyes looked up into his and he looked back, both experienced his knot releasing as they looked into each other and saw the pleasure and relief of it popping out with a wet sucking noise.

	Martin pulled Lazar up to his chest and both shivered while his hot cum poured out of the well opened boy butt.  He hugged the child to him as the boy's eyes drooped and slipped a finger into his gaping ring while carrying him out of the room to his own bed.  His mate was waiting  for him and as the big wolf put Lazar down she hugged and kissed him.

	"I'm proud of you dear." She told him again.  "I love you, more than ever."
