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Forest Valley was built at the foot of a grassy incline leading to a dense collections of linden trees. The constant chirping seemed almost foreign for the two ex-city dwellers. One single road led travellers and commuters, however little there were, in and out of the small village. Every house seemed to sit behind a spacious front garden backed by even more domesticated greenery. The father-son duo passed the town square at the end of which towered a Gothic church. Barely any villagers showed themselves during that particular Sunday as they entered the outskirts. They approached the forest, slowly grinding up the hill until a wooden bungalow greeted their sights. The humming engine paused. Jr jumped out. Ron yawned.

Several trunks were lugged past the oaken front door which revealed a narrow hallway. Jr, with his backpack and blue rolling suitcase, paddled towards the backend of their new home. The bathroom door was on his left followed by an open kitchen with a tableless dining room, two bedrooms on his left and at the end corridor an ample living room with an entire glassen back wall was unveiled.

Ron heaved their luggage into the master bedroom. From the window framed by pale green curtains, the rottweiler surveyed the woodlands. A small footpath led into its dark green maw. Ron wriggled his toes against the soft carpet before sitting down on his bed. The pastel green carpet felt lovely on his socked paws. He happened to glance over to the cardboard box nearly overflowing with school books, note books, and stationeries. 'Home-schooling is underrated, my dear. I don't want my precious boy being bullied...', Ron heard the echo of his late-wife's words. After vainly arguing that public schools would help Jr build character, he hesitantly agreed with her in defeat. She taught him everything, from maths to spelling, from drawing to swimming. More and more subjects added with each year until two years ago. When Jr turned 10, his schooling suddenly fell upon Ron. He let out a longing sigh and smiled to himself. Jr was going to be as bright as his mother was, Ron remarked. Suddenly, a notification rang. The sincere smile turned into a devious grin - it was written only a few moments ago.

Jr had slid the terrace door to their new garden open. He pulled his blue cocks off. A dense bush fenced around their back yard. It felt nice, how the cool damp grass tickled his bare paws. He shimmied them letting some blades in between his clawed toes. Red and yellow apples hung from the thin tree underneath which Jr found some shade. From the glass wall he watched how the light from the afternoon sun made their living room almost homely. He pulled out his phone.

[Hey stud! I am back home. Where are you now? I wanna suck you again Daddy... So hungry for your juice]

[Fucking hot baby boy! You dirty lil fucker. I'll come feed you my load soon. Do you know any discrete places here?]

His belongings still unpacked and untouched, unlike his cock. Ron rubbed his bulge waiting for a response. His mind clouded by dirty fantasies. How young was this pup? 14? 13? 12... The image of his son popped up. The small snout, how sweet it would look around his cock. He grunted staining his groin with more pre. A heavy set of balls and an unfurling sheath hung over the edge of the unbuttoned and zipped down jeans.

How much cum does he make? Jr wondered reminiscing on the seemingly endless stream of his father's semen he had swallowed the night before. The son shivered, reading his pet name in the email. 'Baby boy, suck me' 'I love you baby boy' 'Lemme cum in that cute muzzle, baby boy'. His puppy groin swelled up. He needed to suck him again, preferably anonymously. His entire body shook, his loins on fire.

[I am your dirty puppy Daddy. I am a good boy for you. I don't know any places :( but I can try and find one for us. Can Daddy make a gloryhole for us?]

[I work at a construction site. I might be able to arrange something, baby boy! I need to feel your tongue on my cock again! God, you were born to suck dick, made to pleasure perverts like me, weren't you? You need a daddy to feed you his load, don't you, you nasty...

A knock on his bedroom door made Ron sit up straight, promptly covering his crotch with a pillow. His phone nearly flew across his bedroom showing the unfinished message. Jr's head peeked out from small opening. 'Why does his muzzle look so hot...?'

"Dad?"

"Y-yes Junior? What is it?"

"Can I go explore please Daddy?"

"Yes, baby boy! Be safe and call me if you need me to pick you up."

'Since when did he start calling me Daddy?' Ron pondered, feeling his knot nearly popping free from its furry confines underneath the stained pillow. The front door closed behind Jr. The distant songs of birds persistently rang from the dense forest. Ron sprawled himself across the bed and sighed. The neutral dusty smell of the bungalow was steadily pushed away by a heavier scent emitting from his groin. His paws unbuckling his belt before sliding the rim of his pants past his heavy-set balls. The musky sack churned with cum. His knot felt hot and veiny in his paw as he tugged on it, teasingly slow. He tried to remember how that tongue slid across his member. That young pup was in this town, waiting for his seed. The image of that short snout, however eerily familiar it was, made the 40-year-old dog grow stiffer. Ron groaned as he started to breed his own paw.

The narrow yet tall flats lining the streets of the village centre were quaint, however unfamiliar their bare wooden beams appeared to Jr. The young pup strolled across the maze-like roads until he found himself back at the Square. Several trees lined up in two rows leading to the towering stone church. All the stores and small family businesses surrounded the moderately spacious marketplace. A butcher's and baker's sat by each other. The twirling cylinder of the barber's was still. The green cross of the pharmacy jutted above the display window. The widest building bore a small windowed till at either side stood two pairs of large red doors. Over the single cabin counter hung large letters spelling "Movie Matinee".

The pup already found himself staring up at several large posters. Old and current films all plastered along the walls. Movie theatres have nice large toilets, the rottweiler mused. A teenage mouse sat behind the till, browsing his phone. Maybe one night, he could lure his father here and discretely milk that dirty member. Jr slid past the idling rodent into the building. Maybe one night, his father would catch him in the act of servicing another frustrated male. The pup entered the wash closets. Maybe after being caught, their visit to the theatre would become a kinky ritual. Ron sticking his puppy maker into the popcorn for Jr to tease and play with during a showing. He already had a taste of Ron's throbbing meat. The image of his daddy's length covered in delicious sweetened butter brought a hungry rumble from Jr's stomach. He was already panting, sniffing the relatively clean odour of the restroom. Maybe, there were leftover cum staining the walls and floor. Stall after stall, he checked. No holes anywhere...

Jr was too disappointed to notice the cashier asking where the pup emerged from and why he was still in the cinema. The mouse shrugged and returned to his screen as the puppy walked down the road. Over a stained-glass exterior hung a wooden bull's head, reading 'Union Drove'. He pushed the door and the small bell jingled above him. The smell of fried meat, beer, and dried nuts hung from the ceiling as Jr walked past the bar. A Friesian bull, filling empty bowls with more snacks, had a surprised smile.

"Where did you come from, pup?"

"I just moved here. May I use the toilets please Sir?"

"Of course, lil one. Down this way then they're to your right. Oh, and welcome to Forest Valley!"

The young boy headed straight to the toilets again. 'Daddy likes to eat at places where they serve beer', Jr noted to himself. Maybe he could take his son for a nice dinner. Maybe the dinner date would come after a long walk in the countryside so that Daddy could work up a sweat. That way, Jr could have more scents and smells to discover, to indulge in. A nice warm dinner at the pub followed by a nice warm thick dessert in the toilets. Jr licked his muzzle, wetting those thirsty lips. Maybe, just maybe, Ron would realise how kinky his own flesh and blood truly was and would take his anal virginity like in the pornos, Jr mused. 'Daddy would be gentle, won't he', Jr wondered. The homely toilet had only a couple of stalls of which none had gloriously perverse holes drill into them.

[Fuck, I'm about to cum. Send me a picture of your tight innocent hole again, baby boy!]

The pup grinned down at his phone, sitting in the last stall as a ring echoed across the room. Ron had been teasing and edging for this long! Jr bend down and snapped several pictures, making sure none of his clothes were visible and showing just enough fur patterns to remind his Daddy of his own son. First was a close up of the tight pink ring underneath his young tail. Then, another picture of himself on all fours with his rear raised like a good bitch. Then another and another. The backdrop of the stall, the underlit cubicle and the piss stained toilet bowl all helped Jr become the deviant pup that slut his Daddy wanted, that his Daddy needed.

Ron nearly came all over his paw and stomach as the notifications rolled in. In each e-mail hid a gem of an image. That horny boy must have been starving for some attention. His rock-hard cock needed some too. The elderly dog saved each one on his phone, favouring the last one where the boy showed the inside of his maw, tongue rolling out from the side with wet beaconing lips. That was the hole he had dumped his last load into.

[Just arrived today, pup. Where you at? I'll come and see you]

Jr peeked over his phone and saw the small gap underneath the stall. The edge nearly reached his knees meaning there would be little chance for his dad's peeping eyes to noticed him.

[I am in the toilets. 'Union Drove'. There's no hole but you can stick your cock under the wall! But don't look, okay?]

[Nasty bitch wanting anon cock? Not that I'm complaining. See you soon.]

Only 20 minutes passed which felt like half an eternity for the pup. A text message popped up. 'Hey baby boy. I am in town to check in with some work colleagues. Text me when you want to be picked up.' Ron had no idea! Jr was ecstatic! The pup neatly folded his clothes on the toilet seat and placed his shoes out of view. The door opened and heavy footsteps closed in. A lock slid into place. Jr saw the thick boots his father wore for work. Ron couldn't believe it. The small brown feet paws of his secret lover already drove him wild. He wanted to cum over those paw pads and lick them clean after. The belt along with his jeans fell onto his ankles. He knelt down. His body pressed against the wall. His cock stood up from underneath the stall, pulsating.

"Lick me. Slowly, baby boy!" he whispered.

Jr almost threw himself onto the tiled ground. On all fours, the pup's nose closed in on his father's sack. The almost pungent smell consumed him. His eyes rolled back. His head was flanked by a pair of thick muscular thighs. His tongue lapping at the furry orbs tasting his Daddy again. As Jr made love to the cumsack, he felt his father's pre dripping onto his forehead. Droplets matted his fur as they rolled down onto the bridge of his snout. The puppy loved how heavy they were in his maw. He could almost feel the fertile cum fermenting and expanding Ron's testicles. His Daddy was a natural-born breeder, and him; a natural-born bitch.

Ron's tongue hung sluggishly out, drooling on the side of his muzzle. He felt the wet appendage run from his balls to the base of his growing knot. He almost felt the vibrations of soft submissive moans around his balls as the puppy sucked them in his snout. The cool nose pressed against his folded sheath. That hot tongue never touched his aching member. He is taking his time, Ron thought. The older rottweiler, growing impatient, humped the air slapping his drenched balls against the chin of Jr.

Jr backed up and watched with dreamy eyes at the frustration his Daddy was displaying. The same cock that made him spraying more precum all over his stall. A dominant growl and even the sound of claws scratching the walls was all that the son needed. His small brown paws tried to tame the beast. His soft paw pads massaged the swelling base eliciting a grunt of approval. This time Jr extended his hungry drooling tongue to meet the pointed tip of Daddy's cock. Salty. Fresh. The taste of testosterone. Jr had sucked many men back in the city. None of them would begin to be compared to the thrill of worshipping his father's puppy-maker. The tip soon disappeared into the slutty maw.

"Fuck..."

The opening of his member was assaulted by the eager tongue. It flicked and rubbed against his tip. The silky paws squeezed rhythmically on his knot. That bitch knew what he was doing, and it was driving him insane. He flexed his cock several times, forcing the tiny maw to move along with each throb. Ron loved when cock-suckers were glued to him. He knew what the puppy needed. The unsuspecting father leaned down and took hold of his son's jaw. Jr let out a muffled yelp before he was pulled deeper onto the musty cock. The pup gagged and remained composed. His nose pressed firmly against the thick damp bush of rough pubic fur. He extended his tongue, trying to lap at those wonderfully full and plump balls again and barely making it past the knot.

"TAKE IT BOY!"

Ron's tip barely entered into his son's throat before a wave of cum erupted, shooting straight into Jr's stomach. The pup's eyes went wide. The flood of his Daddy's semen streamed so forcefully, it could have been piss for all Jr (or Ron) cared. His throat bulged outwards with the outline of canine cock. Splatters of drool and cum covered Ron's groin as the torrent of semen slowed down.

Jr huffed tasting the remnants of virile dog cum on his tongue before Ron slid of out of his personal slutty sheath. The pup tried to pull back but the coarsened paw held him still. The grey muzzle of his father appeared before being pulled into another sloppy kiss. The wide tongue assaulting the drenched used maw. Jr whimpered. Ron sighed only tasting and smelling himself on the pup. After exchanging more fluids, the older dog let go of Jr, pulled up his pants, adjusted his still thick bulge with a grope, and left the stalls.

The sun set quite late during early summer. The chirping died down as the familiar orange hue coloured the sky. The front door was slightly ajar with their comically-small apartment 'Welcome' mat placed at its foot. Jr gently closed it behind him, hurried off into the bathroom, threw his clothes on the floor, and wash any evidence of their secret encounter away. Ron was already preparing dinner as his son came back from his 'exploration'. A bulbous straw bag was placed on the counter. Two large baguettes poked from its confines along with some celery leaves. The standalone red fridge only contained a few cartons of milk, a dozen eggs, and some local cheese. He heard the rushing waters from the showerhead as the sizzling sausages popped in the pan. The old rottweiler hummed a non-descript tune, enjoying what remained of his afterglow. Jr licked the inside of his muzzle, enjoying what remained of Ron's cum. A knock.

"Junior? I put your things in your room. I think your some of clothes are still in my suitcase though."

"Thanks Daddy!"

'Again with the Daddy' Ron mused to himself, letting his son call him by his newly acquired pet name. A weak but noticeable pulse surged in his sheath. The large socked feet paws glided softly across the carpeted floor as he placed three large sausages on each plate. He tore into the long bread before pouring a tall glass of orange juice and opening a bottle of local beer he acquired after having his sack drained dry.

Jr emerged from the hallway into the living room. Fur still slightly wet yet clean. The soft warm glow of the sun accentuating his brown spots. A large T-shirt sways just above his knees. His stubby tail wagged underneath the fabric as he jumped onto the couch next to Ron, before leaning against him who placed a thick arm around his son.

"I guess you rather wear this old thing huh?"

It was Ron's university rugby jersey. Jr nodded with a plate on his lap. Ron took a gulp of his beer and watched as his son noshed away at the long, minced meat. He could have sworn seeing a tongue flick and lick at the greasy sausage shortly before disappearing in his maw. Ron bit down on his lips. His mind flooded with nasty images as more beer flooded his stomach. Jr was hungry and Daddy provided for him, Ron thought as he adjusted himself. Daddy took good care of his pup...

Jr knew all too well what he was doing. His tongue glided along the underside of the juicy phallic meat. He wiggled his toes as if orgasming at every bite. Noticing the heavy, alcoholic breath of his dad quickening, the young rottweiler pup moved closer against him. Every piece fell into the pool of cum inside of Jr. Every delicious bite being coated with even more delicious cum inside of his belly.

Ron couldn't help but gawk at the cute feet paws. They seemed more familiar than usual... The large beer belly growled. He took another bigger swig of his beer. His tongue lingered at the small opening of the bottle. The father imagined licking in between those tight seductive toes.... Ron coughed...

"Junior. We need to talk."

"Yush Daddeh?"

"First of all, don't talk with your maw full."

Jr swallowed. Ron's eyes followed. How his throat distended, bulged and retracted. How fucking hot.

"Second of all, you uhm, are coming of age. Uhm... So, I think I'll need to add Sex Education on your curriculum."

"Okay Daddy!"

Jr smiled before finishing his meagre but filling supper. Ron gave his son some pats on the head before downing his beer. He never had the Talk with him, the father realised. He never really needed the Talk from him, his boy thought. The evening passed by as swiftly as the stars appeared over 'Forest Valley'. The brilliant night sky still astonished them both. Jr was already lying in bed, his head turned to face the moon. The oversized T-shirt clung onto him. He pulled the collar over his nose and sniffed in deep. The faint scent of unwashed dog helped Jr drift off. In the bathroom, Ron bend over the discarded clothes. The lunar shine was all the father needed as he stood in the dim room. He threw his smart, albeit, messy son's clothes into the basket except for one item. A pair of tight green briefs still clenched in his paw. The window behind him. His shadow was cast onto his clutching paws. His heart pounded as he lifted Jr's underwear, placed the rear end against his nose, and sniffed. The undeniable smell of a virgin hole ripe for his own taking made his eyes roll back. 'This move really isn't as bad as I thought' both dirty dogs concluded.