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Simon opened the dishwasher to put his plate and glass on the tray. From behind him, he heard his fathers' voice call: "By the way Simon, don't you have an appointment today?" The lithe red-furred fox in the simple, white shirt stood and looked at the grey wolf that had spoken. Everett, his father, looked at the fox from the fridge into which he had just put the leftovers from dinner.

"Yeah, at the dentist. I'm gonna go in about an hour, if I want to catch the bus" the red fox answered as he straightened up. Simon didn't have a lot in common with his father, physically. Despite being half fox and half wolf, he looked like both his parents were foxes. Dominant genes and all that, Everett mused.

"But not in that." he said has he critically looked at his teenaged son.

Simon blushed. "I like them..." he mumbled.

"Talking into your own cheeks is a bad habit son, and that still doesn't change the fact that you've grown out of those jeans years ago!" Indeed, the legs of Simons pants ended way above his ankles, and he long since didn't need to wear a belt anymore for them to sit tightly around his hips. He had worn those dark blue jeans for years, and now he was refusing to acknowledge it. The wolf sighed heavily.

"Simon, sit down here." He pushed one of the chairs at the dinner table back and sat down, an exhausted look on his face. He leaned back, motioning the fox to come sit in his lap. Despite being in his late teens, the fox never felt too old for some cuddle sessions with his father. The big wolf put his arms around the his son as he sat down, the wolfs chest to his back.

"Now" he started "I know you really like those pants. I know that they've always been your favourites, but look at this! They just don't fit you anymore. They probably weren't fitting you for well over a year!" Simon looked away, blushing.

"They're comfy..." he mumbled, but he seemed like he knew he was arguing a loosing point.

"They probably were a few years ago" Everett sighed "But know they are way too small, no matter what you say. What do the people think, when they look at you and see you wearing the clothes of a twelve year old? Look at your father when he's talking to you!" The wolf never raised his voice, and he certainly never intended any ill, but Simon still jerked like he was slapped as he looked at his father.

"Don't they have chafe like hell too? I won't sit around and let you make yourself a fool of yourself in public just because you've got an idea in your thick skull that you won't let go of." Glancing down, Everett reached down with a paw and put it into his sons lap. "Look, It's tearing up already! I can't let you go into public with clothes filled with holes!"

"There is no..." Simon started, but he was interrupted by the sound of tearing fabric. "Oh..." was a ll he could say as his father held a large piece of blue fabric with a zipper in the middle up to his face with an 'I told you so' look.

"Now, what would have happened if something like that happened in public? I'm sorry for tearing your favorite pants, but you maybe now you'll see reason. Now you should..." The wolf looked down again. "Are you not wearing underwear?"

True enough, laid bare by the ripped-out piece of cloth, the foxes' crotch was laid bare to the world, two large, white furred balls contained in a hefty sack beneath a sizable sheath. The insides of Simons' ears turned red with embarrassment. "It chafes when I wear it together with those pants..." he murmured timidly.

"See?" Everett asked triumphantly. "I told you it wouldn't be good for you, wearing such small stuff. And what do you think would have happened if you accidentally ripped your trousers in public? Better get it over it, and get rid of them now, than have a very awkward walk home some day." He glanced down, eyes narrowing. "That's quite the pair of balls you have there, son. How often do you jerk it? Saving up and letting it simmer isn't good for you." The wolf wagged a finger at his son. "Tends to make you all anxious, and snappy."

Blushing furiously, the vulpine stammered "I-I masturbate pretty much every s-second day, but they-they just stay that big. They haven't really ever been smaller e-either..."

"Have they now?" The wolf hefted his sons' pair with in a paw. "I suppose you did actually inherit something from your father then. No reason to complain about that though, eh?" He playfully boxed his son in the shoulder.

Simon didn't look him into the eyes. "Yeah, no reason to complain about having balls that look like they belong to a horse. No awkward glances ever, sure...

"A bit more selfconfidence, if you please?" Everett looked at his son incredulously "Why the hell would you be ashamed of that, now that's just bullshit! Actually, how are the girls not swooning over you? A cute fox like you, who is seriously packing_here_"-the wolf gripped his sons' balls-"and if heritage is anything to go by, is also packing some serious heat in_here"_-the other paw fell onto Simons' sheath-"should have the ladies falling head over heels for him."

He jiggled his sons' scrotum for emphasis. "And if anyone tries to tell you that_this_ is something abnormal, or freaky, they're just fucking jealous. You've got nothing to be ashamed of, son, certainly nothing that's down here." A soft moan escaped Simons' mouth, and immediately the insides of his ears turned into a deeper shade of red. Everetts' ears perked up as he felt something moving under his paw.

"O-oh, s-sorry..." Simon stammered. Under his fathers' ministrations, his sheath had swollen up and the first bit of cockflesh was starting to peek out. The slightest hint of moisture glazed its tip.

"Nothing to be ashamed of" the grey wolf said "You don't have a girlfriend, right?" Simon shook his head. "I suppose it's to be expected then that you get hard that easily from someone elses touch. Actually..." The young fox felt something hard bump against his rear. "Your old man might have gotten a bit worked up himself. What do you say, should we take care of that together real quick?"

"S-sure" Simon answered, sidling up a bit against his father and paws dropping down, onto the older canines tented pants. Undoing the zipper, a small gasp escaped the fox when he laid eyes on the bulging underwear.

"Pull it out through the fly, c'mon now, don't be bashful..." the older canine murmured as he put his hands on his mesmerized sons' slender hips. Mouth slightly agape in awe, the fox was rubbing over his fathers' sizable package for a moment before steeling himself and pulling it out into the open. He gave another gasp as he suddenly had his fathers' entire glorious pride in hand, the red, tapered shaft and the two heavy, silver-furred orbs hanging underneath.

"And that's where your own equipment comes from" Everett smiled at his son "And quite a bit else too, I suppose." He chuckled. "Now, why don't you go ahead and lube it up a bit? I think you're gonna need it." Obediently, Simon put four fingers into his mouth, drenching them in saliva before rubbing around his father's shaft, slickening the pulsating spire and even rubbing some lubrication into the wolf's sheath. Then, slightly shifted his position, aligning the elder fur's dick with his pucker.

"If it hurts, just tell me and we'll stop, alright?" Everett asked softly. After the fox nodded in confirmation, the wolf slowly eased his son onto his cock.

A high-pitched gasp left the fox as the by no means small wolf-dick penetrated his rear. The older male paused for a moment in worry but a haughty 'Keep going' had him resume pushing his son down further and further, until his ass bumped against the mushy opening of Everett's sheath. He could feel the knot looming just beyond, still sheltered in its furry pouch, at least for now.

Eyes closed, Simon was panting heavily as Everett paused to let his son adjust to the girth under his tail. "You okay?" he asked over the foxes shoulder. "Can you start moving up and down?" Nodding, the younger male steadied his legs on the floor and pushed, pushed up until he slipped almost off the wolf-cock, then sat himself back down with a wet noise. He repeated this motion several times, slowly and deliberately, letting out soft moans whenever he lowered himself again. Every time he did that, his balls softly met the wolf's. Despite their difference in age and size, Simon's were just as big and full as his father's.

"Think you can go faster?" Everett looked expectantly at the fox. When he nodded, he wolf tugged him closer to his chest. "Here, let me help with that..." he rumbled as he took his son's left arm and pulled it around his neck, letting Simon steady himself with the wolf's bulk. Then, he put his paws back on the his hips, and when the fox raised himself up again, he was aided by his father's grip, bouncing up and down in his lap faster and faster. Simon has his eyes squeezed shut while soft whimpers escaped him, but as evidenced by the grin plastering his face and the tongue lolling from his mouth, they were whimpers of pleasure.

There they were, sitting at the kitchen table, the fox with one arm around his father's shoulders impaling himself his dick and making a face of pure joy. His ill-fitting trousers were just barely held together by a thin, intact string of the waistband, while almost his the entire groin area was in tatters. His proud cock was happily bouncing in his belly with each thrust, spitting generous amounts of pre onto his shirt.

Something that did not fail to escape Everett. "Look's like you're enjoying yourself." He smirked. Simon looked at him confusedly for a moment before he followed the wolf's eyes. "You always preing that much son? Might be even more than your old man."

Simon looked at his slick cock as it spat out rope after rope of clear fluid, turning his shirt a shade darker and drenching the fur of his belly. If the fluid had been white, one might have thought the foxy teen was already cumming. But alas, the slimy waves he shot forth were merely a herald for what was to come. The fox smiled bashfully. "Y-yeah, there's always a lot of it. When I c-cum too, I usually do it in the shower or into the toilet, so I-yip!"

The red-furred fox yelped as Everett slammed into him, causing his knot to spill out of his sheath, the fuzzy tube having fully retracted to let the fleshy bulge throb freely in the air. The clear spurts grew cloudy, muskier, richer, and increased in frequency. The fox was spurting a veritable staccato of pre, oblivious to just how much he was drenching himself.

Everett smiled proudly when he saw his son's knot pop out into the open. "Look who came out to play! Such a big boy! And you too, of course. " He chuckled at his own joke. "Does the big guy want some attention too?" He released his grip on the fox' thighs with one hand and moved it towards the swollen bulb.

And was promptly swatted away by a red-brown paw. "D-don't!" Simon seemingly was doing his best to blush even deeper. "I-I cum really quickly when I touch my knot. But I don't want to yet..." He trailed off. "I want to...with you..."

The wolf grinned and nuzzled the foxes neck appreciatively. "That's the right mindset! Waiting for your partner is always appreciated, whether they're a boy or a girl." He put his own arm around the teen's chest, hugging him closer and feeling his son's heated body and quickly rising and falling chest through his by now admittedly soaked shirt. Everett used his grip to pick up the pace, bouncing the fox up and down in his lap with shorter, rougher thrusts. The younger fur started letting out small whines, barely audible over she_shlick-shlick-shlick_, but not so quiet that the wolf would have missed them. He could also feel stray ropes of wetness hitting his the arm draped over Simon's chest, ropes of clear precum flung out of his cock, wetting down his shirt and groinfur.

"You're almost as wet as a girl, son. You like riding cock that much?" The fox didn't answer, too busy to groan and whimper his lungs out. Everett's own knot was fully out of his sheath by now, veiny and bloated up angrily. Each thrust shoved it roughly against the fox' pucker, straining the rosy ring of flesh and demanding entrance. The wolf could feel his the cream in his nuts welling up, yearning to be released. "What do you say? Should I put my knot in there and fuck the cum right out of you?"

Simon's only response was to throw his head back and let out a howl of pleasure. The older male approved of that response, and putting hands on his son's torso, started hammering away in earnest. The rust-furred male yipped and yelped as his pucker was ruthlessly assaulted, his cock bouncing up and down, flinging pre all over the place. After a particularly hard thrust, Simon lost his footing on his father's legs.

A moment of panic followed, before all concerns were wiped away as The fox slammed onto Everett's crotch, his ass slipping over the wolf's knot.

Simon let out a shrill, even louder howl than before, before an even louder howl, before being silenced by a large, grey-furred maw interlocking with his. He instinctively recuperated the kiss, his own tongue dancing and lashing against his fathers'. He still let out soft whimpers as the knot lodged inside him tugged against his inner walls, the cocktip further up already letting out seed-rich pre-fluids. His legs were raised up high in the air at this point, the young male fully sitting on his fathers lap in a rather lewd way.

Groin locked to groin as they were, Everett could feel the foxes' balls mushed up against his own, could feel their heat radiating out, their size almost greater than his own. The wolf could barely hold on at this point. Looking at Simon's face, he seemed to be off even worse. The foxes' eyes were crossed over and lidded, darting around aimlessly, their owner seemingly catatonic in pleasure.

That did it for Everett. Gripping his legs tightly, and with a long growl, he unloaded into his son's rear. He was nearly instantly joined by a high-pitched whine as the fox came as well. Their balls quivered in unison as they dumped their contents, be it into a foxes' rear or fur. The wolf grit his teeth at the sheer intensity, the smaller males rear clamping down on him like a vice as he shot blast after blast of vintage wolf-cream into it.

But through all the lustful haze, he couldn't fail to notice his son's own orgasm. Simon's shaft and balls throbbed violently for a moment before the latter pulled up taut and the former started flinging out long ropes of vulpine cum. The sheer amount of it was impressive, his shirt nearly instantly completely drenched, and several spurts even caught both of them in the muzzle. Everett released his grip on one of the foxes' legs and wrapped it around, going straight for the knot and gripping it firmly.

The reaction was immediate. Simon's eyes shot wide open as he let out a shrieking howl as he started convulsing all over. Everett almost lost his grip on the vulpine as he spasmed in his grip shot his seed erratically through the room. Only the seal of the knot in Simon's ass and the wolf's steady grip prevented him from falling as he yipped an babbled incoherently throughout his peak. The vulpine was totally out of it at this point, feet kicking in the air and squirming on his father's lap.

Almost two minutes later, the two canines came back to their senses. Simon was an absolute mess. the entire front of his t-shirt was wetted down with seed, and there was a pool of it around his crotch slowly seeping into his fur. With lazy eyes, the vulpine glanced around, looking down at himself and at his father' face, taking in the puddles of drying seed everywhere. "O-oh, my god, I'm sorry! I m-made a mess..."

"Don't worry about it." Everett said as his tongue darted out to snatch up some cream clinging to the sides of his muzzle. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"Y-yeah..." the fox responded, smiling sheepishly.

"So, then I suggest that once you get unstuck from me, you get rid of those tatters," he said, pointing at the splotchy mess that was left of Simon's trousers "clean yourself up, and hurry to your appointment, alright?"

"Alright."

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Simon shifted in his seat, half-dozing with the gentle hum of the bus' engine in the background. All in all, he was satisfied with today's performance. He's had better days, but he'd also had far, far worse ones, both concerning his own performance and that of his client. Shifting in his seat again, he could feel the bundle of cash press against him in the back-pocket of his trousers - intact trousers, notably.

Everett was a nice enough guy. He hadn't been rougher than agreed upon, he had stayed in his role, and he had paid without hitch or haggle. And he had even got a lunch out of it. Simon wished more of his clients were like Everett.

He had absolutely no blood relations with the wolf. Clients called the vulpine's agency, and the agency called one of their escort that could fit the clients wishes. Be they male or female, gay or straight, whether it was for some simple, one-and-done sex or some elaborate roleplay, the agency usually had someone who could fulfill the clients wishes. And when they asked for someone who looked young, Simon also got drawn into closer consideration. Looking like he was still a teenager when he was already twenty-two was annoying when he tried to buy alcohol or get into bars, but it also was an advantage by getting him more jobs in this particular field of escort-service.

Simon himself wasn't necessarily up for everything, but he didn't mind a bit of classic father-son-play. He didn't know whether the wolf actually had any kids, or was married. He hadn't seen any pictures that would indicate he was. Still, he had been adorable in his role as loving father, and a respectably skilled actor, considering this was his first appointment with the agency.The clothes-tearing part had been an admittedly neat idea though.

Although, the meal had also been prepared quite well, like Everett had put a lot of effort into it. Simon wondered if there had been more to this than a naughty 'incestuous' romp. Either way, he wouldn't mind if the wolf asked for him again. Neither he, nor his wallet would.