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Disclaimer: This story contains themes of homosexuality as well as explicit descriptions of sexual acts between males, some of which may be underage, non-human, and/or anthropomorphic. If any of that offends you, I suggest you not read any further.

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A Dad's Doubt, A Son's Certainty

Commission for Wolfric1324

"Ugh... what time is it...?"

Light was seeping in through a break in the curtains, and I could hear birds chirping outside. It was morning, but I was absolutely not ready to get up.

I kept trying to tell myself that it was just a dream, that it didn't really happen, but the soreness in my backside insisted otherwise... The last thing I remembered was slumping to my side, as my belly swelled with an absolutely ludicrous amount of cum. I had been fucked, filled, and tied, by none other than my own son, but the worst part is, that I loved it...

My name is Martin, and I'm a 39-year-old fox, a Corsac fox, to be specific. I'm the father of two cubs, a 17-year-old boy named Marston, and his younger brother, and the one that had me moaning in euphoria several hours ago... 12-year-old Collin.

I turned over in my bed, and glanced around the room, half-expecting to see the preteen still in the room, but he was nowhere to be seen. Apparently at some point during the night, his knot deflated enough, and he was able to pull out without waking me. Though, to be honest, Collin's performance had me so wiped out... that he could have pulled that entire, fully-inflated, melon-sized knot out of me, and I might not have even stirred from my slumber.

"7:34..." It was still early, especially for a Saturday, and normally, I wouldn't get up so early, but there was too much weighing on my mind, I knew there was no way I'd be able to get back to sleep... Begrudgingly, I pulled myself up and out of bed, right away noticing that something didn't feel quite right.

"Uff... I feel so bloated... why--oh..." A quick glance downward reminded me right away. It wasn't as bad as when Collin had me plugged up with his knot, but my gut still showed a noticeable distention.

"I definitely should... fix myself up first."

Thankfully, I had an attached bathroom, so I didn't have to risk walking through the hallway in my current state. Not that I expected Marston to be up this early to actually catch sight of me, but still, it was a possibility.

I showered, fixed myself up, and... emptied myself of Collin's semen as well as I could, there wasn't much I could do about the dull ache in my backside though. I simply endured the bit of discomfort as I made my way out of the room. I glanced towards the other end of the hall, towards Collin's door, then with a hard swallow, I started walking. I wasn't quite sure that I was even ready to face him again, but I needed to at least check on him. Plus, since it was still early, I was banking on the fact that he was probably still asleep, so there wouldn't be any interaction just yet.

I softly placed my paw on his doorknob, and turned it as silently as I could, opening the door just enough to peek in, expecting to see the boy asleep.

Of course, he wasn't asleep.

I shouldn't have been surprised, everything I'd learned about Collin over the past 24 hours was absolutely absurd, so why should this moment be any different?

Collin laid face-up on his bed, breathing heavily without a shred of clothes on his body. It seemed as though he had just finished masturbating, at least as far as I could tell from the state of the room. White streaks and splotches were all over the walls and his fur. His member, which looked every bit as monstrous as it felt inside of me, hung across, and over the edge of his thigh.

I let my gaze linger on the still dripping length, a string of Collin's viscous seed stretched from the tip downward, and into the puddle of semen that already resided on the twin-sized mattress, and sizeable enough to even start spilling off of the bed's edge and begin pooling on the floor.

Jeez... am I sure he's actually my kid? He sure didn't get that size from me...

"Oh, -huff- h-hey Dad..."

I flinched a bit as he spoke, apparently I had been gawking in awe for just a bit too long, and he spotted me at the door, "Ah, uh... good morning, Collin."

He made no effort to cover or even clean himself up as I stepped into his room, not that I expected him to... I mean, he had his dick inside me a few hours ago, why would he suddenly be all modest about it.

"If you -huff- got here a few minutes earlier, we -huff- could have messed around again. If you wanted -huff- a little more practice..." He spoke so casually about it. It truly wasn't a big deal at all to him, and I didn't know how I should have felt about that.

"No, I uh..." I just noticed that you weren't in, uh..." I had to stop myself and choose my words carefully. As true as it was, 'I noticed your giant cock wasn't locked in my ass anymore' wasn't what I really wanted to say... "...that you weren't in the bed anymore, so I just came in to check on you."

His breathing finally seemed to normalize, "Yeah, I woke up about two hours ago, and noticed that I was small enough to pull out, so I came back here. And since I only got off once with you, I figured I could go at least one more time..."

I took another quick scan of Collin and the state of his bed, "That's all from 'one more time'?" I snapped my maw shut right after saying it. I hadn't meant to say it out loud, but caught myself just a moment too late.

"Hehe, yeah, everyone says that I cum a lot."

Everyone...? Oh yeah, he did say something about his friends and teachers...

"Anyway, if you want to practice again, I'm probably gonna go again in a few--"

I cut him off, not wanting to let him take that train of thought any further, "No, no! We can discuss that l-later on!" I backed away back towards the door, "I'll leave you to, uh... clean up a little, and I'll see you at breakfast, Collin!"

I closed the door, not even giving him a chance to respond, and headed back into my room.

"That was not a scene that I needed to see right now..." Even as I tried to put the thought of what I just saw out of my mind, I immediately envisioned it upon closing my eyes, Collin's exhausted form sprawled across his bed, his ridiculous endowment extending across his thigh, his fur covered in streaks of his own output. It was a mental image that, I somehow, wanted to see, and at the same time, didn't want to see.

I caught myself and shook the thoughts from my mind, realizing that I had unconsciously slipped my paw down past my waistband, and was dangerously close to gripping my own hard four inches before snatching my paw back.

What am I doing...?

I took a breath, then looked around the room real quick, hoping that something would take my attention away from the thoughts that were undeniably forming in my head.

After a moment, my gaze fell onto my bed, still in quite the state of disarray. It wasn't quite the mess that Collin's bed was, but it was damp with rather telling splotches all over a lot of it, "I need to... wash my sheets."

~~~~~~

Breakfast was actually much less awkward than I had expected it to be. Collin didn't say or do anything in referencing last night, nor did he mention what I had saw this morning either. He clearly knew enough to be discreet about it... but still, I had at least expected at least a nudge, or a glance hinting towards something. There was nothing though, and honestly, it remained like that all week.

It actually began to feel like it hadn't even happened. Days went by, and not a word from Collin, not even when no one else was around, the relationship between us was the same as it always was. Hell, if it wasn't for the dulling ache that still resided in my backside, I might have even begun to think that it was just some insane dream, and truthfully, that's just what I wanted, for everything to be back to normal. Unfortunately, that left an outstanding issue. I still hadn't talked to Collin about the whole thing.

I needed to figure out how I was even going to deal with the situation, but one chapter that wasn't in the parenting books was, 'How to react when your monster-cocked preteen fucks you senseless'. I had absolutely no idea about how to approach it, and with every day that passed, I was thinking about it less, and less, growing more content to just pretend like it never happened, as wrong as I knew that was.

It had been seven days, a full week since the incident happened, and just like usual, I was running my errands, trying to complete everything before the boys got home from school.

"Okay, let's see..." I stared at the selections in front of me, the next item on my list was "bread", and there had to be at least 40 different choices. Upon spotting the brand that I usually went with, I paused just before grabbing it, catching glimpse of the "low calorie" option just next to it. I don't know what compelled me to make such an impulse decision, but before I knew it, I had the bread in my paw.

"You don't need the low cal."

"Huh?" I turned around to see a deer guy standing behind me.

He elaborated on his comment, "The bread. You definitely don't need the low cal. I like what I'm seeing already."

My eyes went wide, and suddenly I was very much aware of what was going on, "Oh! Uhh, Th-Thank you!" I sounded much more enthusiastic there, than I had planned to, being hit on for the first time in years caught me a little bit off-guard.

"You, err... don't need low-cal either... If you plan to buy it... bread, I mean..."

Real smooth Martin...

The deer giggled, clearly amused at my awkwardness, "Thanks. The name's Celen."

"Oh, um... Martin." I was a little surprised that I was even able to remember my name, given how flustered I was acting, though somehow I was able to introduce myself.

I extended a paw in greeting, and as we shook, I looked him over. He looked to be around 5'8", as far as I could tell which put him around 3 inches shorter than myself. He was thin, had dark brown fur, and kept his antlers trimmed down a bit. What stood out the most, to me at least, was how young he looked. If I was being honest with myself, he looked closer to Marston's... or even Collin's age than he did to mine.

"Well, Martin, I'm pretty new in town. Any tips on what people do for fun around here?"

"Fun...?" I honestly had no idea how to respond to the question. As a father-of-two, fun for me was ordering a pizza so I didn't have to cook, and then binge-watching The Office for the 75th time, "Uhh... same things that were fun before you moved here... I guess?" Obviously not the response that he was hoping for, but it was the best I could come up with, it drew another giggle, so at the very least, I was keeping him entertained.

"Is that so?"

He paused after the question, not waiting for a response, but it seemed more just for effect, "Well then, if you're free tonight, how about I show you what I did for fun back home?"

I swallowed hard, clearly taken aback by the abruptness, "I uhh... don't know... Honestly, you look almost young enough to be my son."

His expression was mischievous, it seemed as though he expected the apprehension due to our age, and answered readily. "Well, I'm 22. So, legal and everything."

"22? Oh... well, I'm... err... older than that..."

"Hehe... I gathered that." He smiled, thankfully not prodding for my specific age.

"So, then..." I thought for a second about it, "You're interested in me, knowing that I'm fift--err... several years older than you?"

Celen shrugged, but the smile remained on his face, "What can I say, I prefer it when a guy has a bit of experience. Plus, when I'm just looking for a good time, I find that more mature guys handle it better."

"Oh... okay then..." I didn't really follow, but at the very last his intention was clear, and I was still more surprised than anything else, "I... just don't know..."

"Are you saying that you've never been with a guy that was even a little younger than you, Martin?"

As soon as he said that, my mind immediately flashed back to what had happened a week ago with Collin.

"I... Y-Yeah, I have..."

"And you did like it, I assume?" His follow-up question had a bit of an approving inflection to it, as if he was satisfied with my last response, and almost as if he knew what my next response was going to be.

I could barely even think about it without visibly portraying my feelings. I bit down a little on my lower lip and the sensations that I had felt flowed back into my mind. The feeling of be opened up so widely, the spots so deep inside me being reached, the indescribable full feel that I had been left with...

"Yeah, I did."

"And he liked it too, I assume?"

"Yeah, he did..."

With that last answer, he slipped a piece of paper into my paw, "Then, give me a call sometime, maybe?"

He didn't wait for me to say anything else, I just sat there dumbfounded, staring at the piece of paper in my hand, and the mysterious numbers written on it, as if it were some foreign code to decipher. It took a few seconds for it to sink in, and once I finally caught on, I looked back towards the deer, just in time to see him waving lightly as he walked down to the other end of the aisle.

I just... got someone's phone number...?

As I let it register in my mind, I stuffed the number into my pocket and just stood there for a moment before I even found the wherewithal to start moving again. I went straight to the checkout counter, all the while doing my best to try and cope with the fact that everything that Celen just said only brought up visions of Collin in my mind.

I made my way out of the store without running into Celen again, and I was back to my car before I decided to pull the scrap of paper out of my pocket again.

Celen

555.7209

still interested in what you do for fun

A week ago I was so confused about my own sexuality that I wasn't even able to buy a sex toy, and now I'm sudden considering going on a date with another guy...?

"Well... what do I have planned for tonight...?"

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8:30... Too late to call Celen now, even if I wanted to. I don't know if it was anxiety about being so out-of-practice, or if I genuinely wasn't interested. Regardless, the day was coming to a close, and I was still home, sitting on the couch like any other night.

Dinner had been prepared and consumed, everything that needed to be done had been done, and I was content enough to just sit there as the hockey game I was watching was just about coming to a close. I pulled up the guide, to see what was coming up next, but before I even brought the channels up, small footsteps approached from the direction of the stairs.

"Oh, hey dad. The hockey game still on?"

I glanced over to see Collin trotting into the living room, "Just ending. Something that you wanted to watch?"

"Well, that new superhero movie should be available to stream tonight, and I kinda wanted to watch it on the bigger screen."

Collin didn't have a TV in his room, so he usually watched anything he wanted to see on his phone or laptop. Every once-in-a-while however, he'd come downstairs, and watch on the 70-inch TV in the living room, generally for movies where the bigger screen tended to be noticeably superior.

"Go ahead." I tossed the remote to him, "Game's just about over, and I need something to watch anyway."

He smiled as he caught the remote, "Thanks, Dad!"

Collin plopped down on the couch next to me, and navigated through the streaming service to bring up the movie.

We hadn't even gotten through the opening sequence before I heard another set of footsteps coming down the stairs. Collin and I both glanced over, unsurprisingly spotting Marston walking down the steps. As was the usual whenever he was away from his room, his attention was fixated on his cell phone, not even watching where he was walking as he strode into the living room.

It was actually a little odd to see the 17-year-old come out of his room at this time of the evening, and made ever odder when he sat down on the couch next to me and Collin.

"Marston, a surprise to see you here. You're usually killing something online around now."

"Yeah..." He sounded slightly annoyed, as if he wasn't out of his room by choice, "Server maintenance..." He spoke the two words as if they actually meant something.

Before I could ask him to elaborate, Collin, apparently sensing that I didn't have a clue about what he meant, clarified for me, "It means the game developers are fixing his game. He can't play until they're done."

"Ah..."

Marston nodded, "It's an update, so I gotta leave the game on for it to download, meaning I can't even play something else." He finally pried his eyes away from his phone and looked up at the screen, "So, what are we watchi--"

"Sssh!"

Marston rolled his eyes at his younger brother's shush, but ultimately shrugged it off. I assume he picked up on what the movie was fairly quickly because no one said anything for the next hour or so as we watched.

The movie seemed pretty good, but for a blockbuster action film, it didn't have a particularly large amount exciting scenes, at least not in the first hour or so. I was following along, but neither of the boys looked to be all that interested. Marston's attention was diverted back to his phone, though that was not unexpected Collin looked as though he was attempting to keep up, but his fair amount of yawning made it pretty clear that he wasn't real interested. Thus, it wasn't too surprising when he slumped to the side a bit, and rested his head against my side.

It may have been intentional, or it may have just been boredom-induced fatigue, but Collin just idled there, against my side, still watching the movie through half-lidded eyes. I glanced down at him, he was wearing pretty standard stuff for just lounging around the house, a tee-shirt and sweatpants, but as my gaze traveled over his form, it lingered for just a second. I don't know how I even noticed it, but as soon as I saw it, I knew what it was. In the past, I would have just taken it as a ripple in the cloth of the kid's pants, but now... I knew better.

My mind instantly flashed back to the scene I witnessed a week ago when I walked into Collin's bedroom. His impossibly huge organ laying there across his thigh, so big that it actually hung over the edge of his leg. The image in my mind was so vivid that I could almost see it through his loose sweats.

I tried going back to watching the movie on the screen, but as much as I tried, I was no longer concerned. There was only one subject on my mind.

That's how big he is soft... No wait, maybe he's getting hard... Shit, if he's getting hard, then why is he getting hard...?

I tried to keep my eyes staring forward, but it's like they were being drawn towards it. I tried to convince myself that it was just a suspicious outline in the fabric, but I knew it wasn't, and thus my eyes stayed locked-on to the gray sweatpants.

I had been resting my arms over the back of the couch, but found my paw moving more-or-less on its own. Without even thinking I was curling my arm around Collin's side, further, and further, until I had my right arm over Collin's shoulder, and my fingertips rested right on the edge of his thigh. I swallowed hard, my heartbeat was so rapid, it might as well have been a drumroll as I extended my fingers towards making contact with Collin. My fingertips softly brushed against the curl in the fabric, and my suspicions were confirmed, it definitely was not just the way his sweatpants were bunched up.

I exhaled heavily as my fingers made contact with something undeniably solid. I didn't further my actions though, waiting for a reaction from Collin. I took a chance and glanced down at his face. While he didn't make any overt reactions to my touch, I did notice his expression curl into a little bit of a smile, and his eyes, though they stayed pointed towards the movie on the TV, no longer showed the same disinterest that they did a moment ago.

I took the chance, and began moving my fingers. I couldn't have felt like anything more than a slight tickle on what had to be his tip, but if nothing else, Collin seemed to approve. The slight smile on his muzzle continued to grow, giving me all the encouragement I needed to continue.

I softly stroked over the fabric concealed organ, at first sticking with just my fingers, but as the minutes passed, I grew bolder, and began massaging it with my full grip, at least as much as I could, with it being underneath two layers of clothing and resting against his thigh. Still, it seemed to be enough. Collin's body relaxed against my side, and he even fidgeted a bit, seemingly getting himself comfortable, and giving me a better angle to continue my stimulation.

I was gripping him as firmly as I could, stroking back-and-forth along his length as far as I could, so much so, that the almost unnoticeable fold in his sweatpants was now clearly a phallic-shaped outline simply from my paw's caress. As I finished another long stroke, I finally felt a light twitch under my touch. Collin was still soft, but judging from the pulse that I could feel, he wouldn't be for much longer. Another throb of the concealed penis, and I was sure that it would soon be ascending to its full size...

"OH MY GOD! WHAT IS GOING ON!?!?"

A pang of absolute dread surged through me. Marston's voice was filled with shock and horror, and there was no doubt in my mind about what it was at.

I pulled my paw away from Collin, and shot forward in my seat. Collin followed suit by backing off from me, and we both turned to his brother, who had jumped up from where he was sitting.

I couldn't believe it, I was so absorbed in what I was doing with Collin, that it was as if there was nothing else in the room. I had actually forgotten that Marston was even sitting there, less than five feet away from us. Immediately, I started to regret my decision.

How could I have been so stupid! What was I even doing?!?

I opened my mouth to try and explain, but before I could, Marston continued voicing his outrage.

"They can't be serious!"

"Marston! I--" I stopped upon realizing what he had said, "...wait, they?" I noticed that he wasn't looking at Collin or me, rather, he was still focused on his phone.

"Patch notes are up, and these stupid fu--err... jerks are adjusting my main! Decreasing the damaging duration of my special by five frames! Do they even realize how much that's gonna hurt my DPS?!? What idiot dev decided that was a good idea!?!"

I stared at Marston in complete confusion. My heart was still racing. Even after my brain had realized that his exclamation had nothing to do with what Collin and I were doing, I couldn't calm myself down right away.

"Uh... okay?"

The anger on my oldest son's face only became clearer as the moments went by. That odd amalgamation of words that Marston just rattled off apparently meant something to him. Enough to make him jump out of his seat. Right away, his paws were moving, zipping all over the screen of his phone.

"I gotta see what they're saying about this on the forums... This is just stupid..." Without another word, he moved at a brisk pace away from the living room, and back up the stairs to his room.

Collin and I just sat there in silence for another few seconds, hearing the sound of Marston's door close, before too long. The feeling of relief finally set in, and I slumped back against the couch and took a deep breath.

That was too close... I shouldn't have even risked...

Before the thought had even formed in my head, I felt that Collin had shifted from his position, he wasn't against my side anymore, but instead, standing. I glanced over, and was caught by surprise at the sudden state Collin was in.

He had already shucked off his shirt, and was in the process of stepping out of his sweatpants, leaving the young fox clad in nothing but a pair of blue boxer-briefs. I had never really thought about it much, but he did always ask specifically for that type of underwear, and only now was the reason dawning on me. With boxers, he'd probably be dangling out of one of the leg holes, and with briefs... well... there's no way that any pair of briefs could contain him.

The immediately identifiable phallic outline snaked down his right thigh, coming to an end right at the edge of the fabric. If Collin felt like it, one slight adjustment would be all that was needed for a wardrobe malfunction...

"I take it you were feeling a little encumbered?"

He giggled, "Well, I figured that this would make it easier."

Collin's tail swayed behind him as he stepped back over to the couch, and plopped back down onto the couch, right where he was sitting before. This time however, there was clear intention in his body language.

The movie was still going, but neither of us was paying the least bit of attention to it. My paw moved right back into position, and without a word, I picked up where I left off. With his sweatpants no longer in the way, I was able to get a better grip around his girth, and maneuver it with more proficiency. I could clearly feel Collin's pulse, each pulse seemingly plumped the growing organ up just a bit more. Even before I began my ministrations, the pre-teen fox cock was already of unreasonable proportion, but that didn't seem to prevent it from reaching even further levels of pure insanity.

"You have a really soft touch, Dad." With Marston no longer present, silence was no longer a concern, a fact that Collin took advantage of right away. He voiced his pleasure right away, and didn't hesitate to accompany his words with audible breaths and moans, "Mmm... -huff- You're really good..."

His length, which was already dangerously close to breaching into open air before we even started up again, didn't last long before it officially made its appearance. The tip poked out of his right leg hole, a small drip of clear pre that highlighting it, and serving as an unequivocal indicator of how far this was already going.

I actually caught myself licking my lower lip once I saw the bit of flesh appear. It had gotten to the point where I was basically teasing myself. Collin's cock was beckoning to me, and suddenly, simply kneading him through his underwear, even as thin as the fabric was, just wasn't enough.

I pulled my paw away from the steadily growing mound, and instead, began to slip it in past Collin's waistband. My fingertips began to curl around the base of it, and immediately I felt a shudder run through the young fox.

"Ah... it's okay i-if you can't get your paw around the whole th-thing..." The pleasure he was undoubtedly feeling was starting to affect his speech pattern, but he managed to get the words out, and it was just as he predicted, a single one of my paws failed at trying to encircle the full girth that Collin had to offer.

"Jeez... Collin..." I still couldn't believe it. My younger son was big in a way that I didn't think I'd ever get used to. Even as I literally had my paw on it, I was still having trouble believing it.

"K-Keep going, Dad..."

The organ stiffening more-and-more by the second, I worked to adjust its position. Not a small task, given its size, but I managed to maneuver deftly, getting it to poke through the opening on the front of the garment, allowing it to stand proudly, reaching up as far as Collin's chest.

I swallowed hard as I watched Collin's spire standing tall as it stuck out from his boxer-briefs. It wouldn't have surprised me if I was actually drooling at that moment, just at the prospect of re-achieving the same experience that I had felt a week ago. Desire swelled up in my gut, and right away, I reached forward with both of my paws. Past the need to continue working on the giant foxboy cock in front of me, my mind was blank, basically running on instinct. I resumed my stroking, although this time, with direct access to the sensitive organ itself, reaching a far greater level of effectiveness.

"Ah... feels really good..."

I could feel his form relax even further against my touch. It took the efforts of both of my paws simultaneously before I felt like I was having any effect whatsoever. Unfortunately that also meant that I did not have a free hand to tend to my own need, which was still straining uncomfortable behind my jeans.

Collin's erection kept growing more rigid in my grip, he was no doubt getting close, as evidenced by the increasing amount of clear, watery, pre-ejaculate that was flowing down the sides of his shaft, and aiding my persisting efforts to prepare him. I was so entranced with trying to awaken the beast that was Collin's erection that I barely even realized the veritable spout of fluid that was streaming over my paws.

"Mmm... D-Dad..." He moaned out again, and I glanced towards his face, forcing myself to rip my stare away from his dick. The cub's eyes were shut, and his tongue hung slightly out of his mouth, pulling it in only momentarily as he bit his lower lip. His small paws gripped the couch cushion below him, and albeit slight, he gave a bit of a hip thrust.

I turned my attention back to the cock in my hands, the timid push of Collin's hips was enough to cause a noticeable burst of the copious pre to spew forth, splashing the younger fox's shoulder, as well as the couch behind him.

I barely had time to register how close the blast of fluid came to hitting me before a second, seemingly larger expulsion of the substance was produced, with which, I wasn't as fortunate.

** splat **

"Ack!" Anyone seeing me for the first time at that point would likely have thought I just got nailed with a water balloon. The bust of pre-cum was so abundant that I actually felt soaked as I felt the fluid seep through my undershirt and start to mat down my chest fur.

"Ah! Sorry, Dad!" There was a hint of delight in Collin's voice as he spoke. Not that I could really blame him, if I single spurt of my pre-cum was enough to drench the majority of someone's entire upper-body, I'd probably be a tad amused too.

I gripped my shirt and stood up, "It's fine, son..." With paws slimy with the same substance I had just been battered with, I gripped the bottom of my shirt, and pulled the damp garment off entirely, "It's probably better if I take it off anyway." I turned back to face my son, seeing that he had picked up right where I left off. He worked his shaft himself, using his small paw to stroke his cock against his body.

A trail of a matted fur leaked from the drooling tip and spread all over Collin's lower-chest and belly. It was hard to believe that he could get any more prepared than he already was.

"Dad... take y--err... you should, um... take your jeans off too..."

Simply by Collin's voice, I could tell that his excitement was starting to grow. Judging by his tone, it seemed as though he was usually the one in-control during situations like this, thus I felt the urge to at least play along.

"Oh? I should?"

He nodded firmly, "Mmhmm."

Without delay, I took grip of pants, and began to lower them, not just my jeans, but my boxers as well, making sure to keep my back towards the younger fox as I did. In all honesty, I was probably just as relieved to remove them as Collin was to see them gone. I had long since reached full-erection, and the discomfort of keeping myself confined behind the sturdy fabric was swiftly getting past the point of bearable.

"There. Better?"

I turned slightly, just enough to see the growing enthusiasm on my son's face. He didn't respond, but it was clear that he liked what he was seeing.

Maybe, one step further...

Letting the last of my clothes slide down to my ankles, I bent down to pull them completely off, and just as I expected, I heard an approving grunt from behind me.

"Oh..."

I could hear the cushions shifting around, he was changing his position as he sat on the couch, or at least that's what I assumed.

"Making yourself more comfortable, Coll--"

At feeling his paw touch my side, I hesitated, failing to even finish my statement. I think I knew what I should've been expecting at that moment, but I didn't react, I didn't even move, except to turn slightly to confirm my theory.

Collin was no longer sitting, but rather, the sounds I heard were him moving to a standing position, still on the couch, to get a better angle at his target. As I had predicted, he was as prepared as he was going to get, and it seemed he was in no mood to wait any longer.

His tip began to tap against the back of my thighs, being guided into position towards my ring. It took just a few seconds for Collin to align himself correctly, and right away a tremor ran though my body, although I remained still. It was a feeling of unease and thrill at the same time. The same thing that happened a week ago, that filled me with such anxiety and confusion was about to happen again, but this time I knew it was coming, but the only feeling that knowledge instilled me with was desire.

The slick flesh pressed up against, and as if on command, I felt yet another shot of slick pre splash over my backside, more than enough to provide ample lubrication for what was inevitably coming next.

A second paw gripped my side, and I began to feel the pressure. The tip poked in past my sphincter, "Nnngh... you're tight, Dad."

His voice strained as he tried to force himself in. Last time, I had been loosened up quite a bit before with toys that didn't quite match up to Collin's size, before he attempted to wedge himself inside me, but that at least opened me up a bit in preparation. This time however there was no prep at all.

"Ghaah..." I could feel it tearing into me, slowly but surely. With as slick as that huge spire was, it was managing to spread me gradually wider and wider, and despite having taken Collin before, the pressure against my ring was already starting to feel like it was far too much for me to handle.

"C-Collin, I don't know if I can..."

As soon as I let the words out, I felt the force behind Collin's pressing lessen, and then lessen some more, until there was nothing, just the feeling of him idling ominously. I took a quick relieved breath but I didn't, for even a second, think that it was anything more than a momentary reprieve.

It was almost like time was frozen, as I stood there in anticipation. Though it was surely no more than a couple seconds, it felt like it could've been hours. Collin's grip on my sides tightened, giving me the sole, subtle warning that the respite had come to an end.

"Nghhhh!" He powered forward with as much strength as he could manage, and the feeling of that spike driving into me, hit me just as hard as it had the first time.

"AH! O-OOH! FFFFUUUUUCK!"

I called out as the mix of pain and pleasure spiked through me. It was probably less than half of Collin's weapon that jabbed into me, but it was more than enough to send me reeling with sensation. Right away my legs gave out, and I collapsed downward, barely able to keep myself upright at all. If it wasn't for everything above my waist dropping to rest on the coffee table, I'd likely have fallen all the way to the floor below.

"Ah... you're soooo good, Dad!"

Even as I fell to my new position, with my knees on the ground, and my upper-body hunched over the table, Collin made sure to not lose contact. Right away, he had stepped down from the couch, and remained in place, with his oversized shaft still impaling me. He gave me a moment, assumedly to brace myself. I knew what I was in for, and I was ready for it, or at least I expected that I was.

Collin leaned in, and spoke in a low tone, "I'm g-gonna start up now." And, before the words were even completely formed, I could feel his small hips start to move. He pulled back slowly at first, just a bit to gain a little momentum, and then the same roughness that he summons a moment ago returned, but this time it didn't relent. Collin slammed his length into me, just so that he could pull back and do it again.

"FFFF--UUUCK! COLLIN!"

I called out his name, much louder than I had intended, not as a plea for him to let up, but rather a request for him to give it everything that he had.

"D-DON'T STOP!"

He slammed in again and again, somehow managing to get deeper each time, and very quickly filling up any free space that still remained inside of me, either with his seemingly never-ending reservoir of pre-cum or with the massive amount of flesh that he wielded.

"I don't -ngh- p-plan to, -ngggh- Dad..."

He leaned in further, more-or-less resting his chest against my back, and moving his arms to grip around my waist. The angle at which he was powering into me changed, but his pace didn't slow, and each time he moved, my body felt like it was being torn apart from the inside.

It felt completely new as he stretched and opened me with his impossible girth, it was searing pain that only got more intense as he drew me wider, and wider. That feeling though, as fierce as it was, only served to accentuate the feeling of him jabbing me so deeply, and absolutely ravaging my prostate. It was somehow even more powerful than the first time, and that didn't seem possible.

"I'm -ngh- almost all the -ngh- way in..."

It was very apparent that Collin was struggling, even to get the few words out that he managed to. He was struggling to hold back just much as I was.

"Keep p-pounding! G-Go... Har--ahh--haaarder!" I moaned out the request, as if he was holding back, even though I knew he wasn't. Collin was pistoning into me with everything he had, arms wrapped tight around me, hips slamming his entire weight into me, I could even hear his foot claws scratching against the hardwood floor as an attempt to achieve a stronger grip. It didn't matter though, I was too close to the edge for anything else to matter.

My fists pounded the floor, my muscles spasmed, I opened my mouth to scream out, but no sound came out. In one instant, just like that, there was nothing else. My climax radiated through me like a wave of pure ecstasy. My body trembled, and I felt myself let my load out onto the floor below me.

My orgasm struck, and my body was no longer under my control. If it wasn't for Collin's still relentless pounding of my backside, I likely wouldn't have even stayed conscious, and as felt my legs give out, I realized that I didn't even have the capacity to hold my position any more.

I collapsed further, close to even slipping off of the table that was proving to be quite sturdy, I unsuccessfully attempted to push myself back into place, but ended up somewhat on my side, which apparently made it somewhat difficult for Collin to keep his pace up, not that he had any intentions of letting that stop him.

"Dad, I'm -ngh- gonna... m-move you..."

He pulled out of me, and wasted no time. Before I knew it, my mostly-limp body was being maneuvered, rolled even. He shifted my right leg around his body, and to his side, causing me to roll over onto my back, which resulted in my full weight resting on the coffee table.

"Ngh... O-Okay..." It was little more than a grunt, but it was all the caution that I was afforded, not that I could blame him, knowing how close he already was.

** THRUST **

"GGHHHAAAH!"

The huge spire tore right back into me, just as deep as it was before, if not even moreso. Despite having just orgasmed, I could feel myself perking right back up again, still hungering for more of the sensation that Collin was providing.

I couldn't tell how far Collin had gotten into me, or how much of his cock had yet to invade me, but I knew that I'd find out sooner, rather than later. His thrusts were starting to become erratic, desperate even. He wasn't even gripping my waist, opting to instead tightly hold the edges of the table for more stable leverage. Collin was not going to be denied at sheathing his full length into me, so it came as no surprise when I felt his knot start to bump against me.

"Ghhh... Collin, y-your... -ahh- your knot..."

He thrust again, making sure that the knot firmly collided with my passage, threatening to breach entry, "I'm gonna -ah- g-gonna tie you, Dad..."

Collin's knot thumped against me again and again, and each time it did, a pang of anxiety rushed through me. My mind flashed back to that amazing full feeling that I experienced a week ago, but adversely, Collin's knot was not something that I could be ready for, regardless of how many times I took it. It somehow felt bigger each time it pounded against me, and at the same time, that only made me want it inside me more.

I wanted... no, needed that giant flesh bulb to split me in half again. I gripped the edge of the table, just as Collin was doing, hoping to firm myself for Collin's gyrations. "Harder C-Collin! Ahh! F-Fuuuucking DO IT!"

Everything that had remained on the table fell and clattered loudly to the floor, Collin fucked me with wild abandon, roughly, and with more power than he should have possessed. With teeth grit and eyes shut, he slammed in again, and simultaneously with a pulse and twitch of his dick against my core, my body gave way, and that impossibly massive swell of flesh tore into me.

"Fuck! Dad! I'm c-cumming!"

It was instant. His knot bore its way past my too-small ring, and Collin's orgasm began. An amount of semen that I could only imagine the volume of rushed into me. It was just the first blast of Collin's climax, but was enough to dwarf any load I'd ever produced. He was deep enough, and erupting so far into me that I was able to place a paw on my belly and feel the surge of cum flowing until it began to subside, only to be followed by another equally massive eruption a moment later.

Even through the boxer-briefs that he still had on, I could feel the churning of his balls against the base of my tail. The grapefruit-sized orbs behind the fabric seemed to pulse in time with each rush of the viscous fluid through my system, and as I expected, Collin's knot ensured that every bit of the fertile fluid stayed trapped inside of me, nowhere to go, except to add to the already-visible bulge that was forming in my gut.

Thirty seconds into Collin's climax, and that sensation of being so spectacularly satiated was overtaking me. I was brought to my second orgasm of the evening, driven there completely by being taken and filled so utterly.

"Oh... -huff- Collin... that was -huff- y-you were..." I couldn't even find the words to finish the sentence through my labored breathing. Even as I came down from my own high, I could still feel errant pulses through the cub's cock against the walls of my passage.

"Ahh... you're so good at this, Dad..." Collin relaxed forward a bit, resting his upper-body on the overfilled cum-balloon that was otherwise known as my belly.

I took a deep breath, relaxing back as well, completely exhausted, "I think you filled me even more than last time, Collin..."

"Heh... Well, we can go again in about 30 minutes, my knot should be small enough by then."

I sighed. Between Collin's weight on my overfilled gut, and his dick still throbbing, and possibly even still unloading, inside of me, I wasn't in the most comfortable position. This wasn't like last week though. This time, I definitely knew that I didn't want this to end. There was no question that this time wasn't a mistake.

"We should... probably go up to my room for that."

He turned his head up towards me, and grinned widely for just a moment, before easing it back down into a resting position, simply anticipating the inevitable rest that was quickly descending upon both of us. It was less than a minute later when I began to hear the soft sounds of slumber coming from the fox cub that laid still on my front.

"This time, I'm not waiting a week to do this again..."