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The car came to a halt in the driveway of the small ranch-style house, its engine idling for a moment before cutting off. The sound of the driver's-side door, and then the back door, opening and then shutting sounded out. The college-aged wolfdog grunted as he slung his bag over his shoulder, stretched, and then smiled as he made his way up the short walk to the front door.

He was home.

Jimmy fumbled his keys in his eagerness as he unlocked the door, trying to ignore the heat gathering in his cheeks and pulsing an insistent beat in his crotch. It was winter break. He had an entire month before he would have to return to school. And with his grandpa, he knew that every single moment of that month would be filled with kinky gay debauchery.

Yes, Jimmy and his grandfather were fucking. They had been for a long while by that point; it was far from the kinkiest thing they got up to, or the most shamefully taboo. In fact, it had become a badge of honor for the young man, even if very few others--such as his best friend and fuckbuddy Mark, who was likely celebrating an entire month's freedom with his own gay, incestuous lover--knew about it. Even in school, thoughts of the older man--his handsome smirk, still-toned and well-aged body, and fat granddaddy cock--lingered in the back of Jimmy's mind; even if the two of them weren't exactly romantic with each other, like Mark and his father, the wolfdog pair knew well how to have a good time together.

And with the ending of the semester, they'd already started making plans for how to spend Christmas break making the most of their mutual perversion.

But first, to greet the older wolfdog and settle in. He took in a deep breath as the door swung open, ready to call out to announce his presence, but paused. His nose twitched as he took in another deep breath through it, and then another. He bit his lip as he felt his ears perk up, his tail begin to wag, and the growing erection in his pants throb.

Canines such as him were blessed with both sharp hearing and an excellent sense of smell; and so the rich scent of aroused men--multiple--filling the house was easy for him to distinguish. And of course, if that hadn't indicated that a party had already started without him, the low and desperate grunting, groaning, and panting filtering out from the living room made it clear what was going on.

The wolfdog closed and locked the front door, shrugged his bag off his shoulder to set it down in the entry hall, and then kicked his shoes off. He padded quietly on socked feet over to the doorway on the right, peering into the cozy living room of his grandpa's house. A small grin was already stretching his lips in anticipation, but his jaw grew slack and his eyes widened when he saw the scene awaiting him.

His grandpa, Thomas Walker, was standing in the middle of the room naked as the day he'd been born. Jimmy only took a brief moment to let his gaze wander over the so-familiar body--the tall stature and slim musculature of the sexiest man he knew, made all the more handsome by the distinguished grey in his fur--of the older man. Then he looked down to the lion kneeling in front of the old wolfdog, hands grasping those rocking hips and face buried in that virile crotch. That guest looked about Jimmy's age--second or third year of college--and his own nude body boasted the built and sculpted muscles of an athlete; Jimmy could see those biceps and pecs twitching and flexing with every bob of the other young man's head. The dick twitching and dribbling between the lion's firm thighs was pretty respectable, a fuzzy ballsack adorned with a trimmed stripe of reddish-brown hair swaying with the working of his hips beneath a long, girthy, uncut shaft. Tufts of that same reddish-brown hair peeked out from the crooks under his arms, ran down his chest and stomach in a long trail which led to the bush of his pubes, and was pulled into a short ponytail at the back of the mane on his head. The features Jimmy could catch sight of as the lion worked up and down the old wolfdog's knotted erection were very handsome; and very familiar.

That was Skylar fucking Pryde sucking his grandpa's cock.

The gears of Jimmy's mind slipped and ground to a halt. He knew Skylar; had known--or at least, known of--him all throughout high school. He was one of the popular kids, the quarterback of the football team. Son of some successful businessman or other, but pretty charming and personable even with how loaded his family was. The kind of guy who had a different lioness on his arm almost every other week; and, if rumor had it right, had scored with a good half of the school's female student body. And now that straight and straight-up-stud of a jock was kneeling on the floor, mouth wide open as the older wolfdog looming over him blew a thick, sticky load all over his face.

"Well hello, there. You must be young James."

That low, deep, purring voice greeting him nearly made the young wolfdog jump out of his skin. He looked over to the other man lounging in his grandfather's recliner and watching the show. An older lion, slimmer and more compact than the one licking his chops and lapping up the cum dribbling from the cock that was still pulsing in his face; and just as naked as the other two men, making it apparent that the older lion had been just as athletic in in prime as the younger. His fur--and the trimmed line of black hair running down his chest, over the slightest hint of a gut, to his own ample pubic bush--was flecked here and there with distinguished grey. His much-longer mane was pulled back into a ponytail as well, though it left plenty of his salt-and-pepper locks free to fall around his angular face. The occasional scar on his torso, and even one on his cheek, gave him a look of alluring danger; made all the more potent by the lazy, confident smirk on his lips as he looked Jimmy up and down.

And that circumcised cock he was sporting, idly stroking along its considerable length with one hand while he cupped his full and heavy ballsack with the other, was massive. Not quite a foot long, but closer to it than not. A throbbing, pulsing, leaking spire of virility.

Jimmy gulped, swallowing down the saliva that had gathered in his mouth, and gave a shy nod of greeting to his grandpa's guest. "Uh, hi...?" The younger wolfdog finally stepped into the room, making his presence known.

Thomas looked over, grunting and nodding in greeting to his grandson. "Welcome home, Jimmy." His voice was casual and at-ease, as though he hadn't been in the middle of a developing threesome when the younger wolfdog had walked in. The younger lion, however, jerked in surprise--and dawning recognition--as he looked up at his former high school classmate. A million thoughts seemed to swirl behind Skylar's wide eyes as his cum-splattered cheeks flushed in apparent embarrassment; but not once did his expression twist into shame. He finally smiled and, in a shy voice like warm honey--no wonder all the girls had loved him--greeted Jimmy as well.

"Uh, hey dude...!"

"I'm, uh, not interrupting anything, am I...?" Jimmy looked to his grandpa, shifting from foot to foot. He looked to Skylar, licking his lips as though it were his own stained and coated with the older wolfdog's seed. He looked to the older lion, his face burning as the tented bulge in his pants pulsed with insistent need.

"Not at all." Thomas let out another grunt, and his hand on the crown of Skylar's head guided the younger lion back into his crotch. He rocked his hips, grinding his balls and flagging cock all over the stud's face, and Skylar moaned and huffed and purred while his own erection splattered his abs with jets of precum. "This here's Scott Pryde, an old friend. Real estate broker up in the big city. And I think you already know his nephew Skylar, right?"

"Y-yeah..." Nephew. Jimmy gulped once more, looking between the pair of naked, horny lions, and the erection straining his jeans throbbed and grew a little harder.

However, before he could ask the question tingling on his dry tongue, his grandpa spoke up again. "These two are down here for a visit, so I expect you to show the same respect to them that you show to me. Especially to Scott here. Do I make myself clear, pup?"

"Yes, sir."

A glance. A smirk. An almost-flirtatious wink and throaty chuckle. "Why don't you get outta those clothes and show our guest over there some hospitality, then."

He shivered at husky tone of his grandpa's voice, tail perking up of its own accord. "Yes, sir." He padded closer to the older lion, approaching Scott as the man lounged in the recliner like a king on his throne. Closer. Slipping between those spread knees as the lion graciously opened his legs to allow the wolfdog between them. For a third time he gulped, gave the other man a shaky smile--one which couldn't hide his eager trembling--and reached down to lift his shirt up and off.

The wolfdog gasped and flinched when broad hands rubbed through the fur of his belly, accompanied by a patronizing laugh from the lion.

"Relax, boy." Though there was a purr in the man's voice, his firm tone turned it into more of an order than a gesture of comfort. Jimmy tossed his shirt aside, and then lifted his arms as Scott's hands continued to explore him. Up to his chest, squeezing and feeling the firmness of it. Down his sides, brushing his fingers through the wolfdog's soft fur. To the fly of his pants, popping the button and pulling the zipper down. "Your grandfather has told me all about you." Jimmy blushed and let out a soft moan as the older man pulled his jeans and jockeys down together, those keen eyes appraising the younger wolfdog like a fine cut of meat.

Cupping his balls, making Jimmy whimper as they were fondled in a tight grip. Rubbing along the length of his shaft, from the leaking tip to the bulb at its base. Tracing fingertips into the crooks of Jimmy's thighs, grasping his hips and turning him this way and that. And all the while, Jimmy's cock jumped and his legs trembled with arousal as he was examined by the older man.

"Nice. Very nice, boy." Their eyes met, and Scott's lips curled into another smirk. "Not as nice as my Skylar, though I'll admit I'm biased. You're quite the little stud, young James. May I call you Jimmy?"

Jimmy swallowed to wet his dry throat. "Of course, sir. You're, uh, more than welcome to."

"Am I, now?" The lion's smirk widened as his hand wrapped around the wolfdog's erection. Stroking. Pumping. Forming an o-ring behind his growing knot and squeezing with a vice-grip. "And what if I were to call you 'slut'? Or perhaps, 'dirty whore'?" His voice dropped into a murmur that rumbled like approaching thunder. "How about 'filthy little cumdump'?"

Jimmy's hips bucked as his breath caught in his throat. "Y-yes... oh fuck yes, sir."

"Good boy." A pat on his stomach, as though he were a feral canine being rewarded for performing a trick. "Turn around and lift your tail, then. Show me what a little whore your granddaddy raised."

The younger wolfdog's heart fluttered, and the flames burning in his face and gut flared. He nodded, turned around--once more able to watch his grandpa hump Skylar's face--and bent over for the older lion. Before he could reach back to spread himself, however, Scott took the liberty; razor-sharp claws pricked the tender flesh of his ass as his cheeks were pulled apart. A huff of breath came from behind, followed by a laugh and a tug on the silicone bulb sticking out of the wolfdog's puffy, sensitive pucker. "And just what is this, hm?"

Another gasp. Another groan. Another flutter of his heart as the older man gave that protrusion another tug. "A b-buttplug, sir." It strained against his winking rim, and his inner walls squeezed around its girth with every pulse through his crotch.

"I see. Keeping yourself prepped for your granddaddy?"

Jimmy's erection throbbed and spurted a line of pre onto the carpet between his shifting feet. His legs trembled and his innards clenched. "Yes, sir. Prepped, and... well..."

It had been Mark's idea, one the boar said he'd floated with his dad-slash-husband during a few of their kinkier talks. Getting fucked and filled with as much cum as possible. Then getting plugged to keep all those loads inside, and coming home to give their incestuous lover a taste of their hot sloppy seconds. Bending over, pulling the plug out, and then getting fucked all over again in their well-used hole.

Thomas listened to his grandson explaining it, nodding with approval of the younger wolfdog's perversity. Skylar moaned, and seemed to struggle not to grasp his bobbing erection and jerk himself to completion right then and there. Scott's hands continued to grope and rub and knead Jimmy's spread rump, making the wolfdog's tail hike up high and his hips rock back into the older man's grip.

"I see." Scott looked to Thomas. "And do you mind if I take the liberty of enjoying the sloppy seconds your dear grandson brought home?"

"Not at all." By the look on his face--the curl of his lips up into a small smirk, the flicking of his ear, and the glinting in his eyes--Thomas didn't mind in the least. He looked to Jimmy, nodded again, and barked out in his deep, commanding voice. "Hear that, Jimmy? Scott here's gonna fuck your sloppy little sluthole."

"Oh, I'll do more than just that." Another tug on the plug in his rear. "I'm going to rut your sluthole like it's my personal fucking cumdump. Fill you with every single load I have in my balls." Another. "Then I'll let you lick my cock clean while your granddaddy fucks you, too. Give him some real 'sloppy' seconds. And If you and Skylar beg like good little whores, I might even let you suck your granddaddy's cum out of him while he sucks mine out of you." Another. "How does that sound, pup?" Fuck, even if it wasn't his grandpa calling him that in a husky, throaty voice, the word sent hot bolts of electricity shooting up Jimmy's spine into his brain.

Jimmy couldn't answer, at least not in words; but his lolling tongue and desperate panting made it more than clear what he thought of the idea.

"Sounds like he wants it bad." Another chuckle from the older wolfdog. "And truth be told, that sounds like a nice fuckin' evening to me, too. Just gotta run to the toilet real quick, and then I'll be ready and willin'."

Scott spoke up, a rumble of lust in his voice. "Why make the trip? You've got yourself a perfectly serviceable hole right there. And Sky does love to take everything that's given to him..."

"That so?" As Jimmy watched, still bucking back into the older lion's groping hands, his grandpa tilted the younger lion's head back to look him in the eyes. "You the kind of dirty slut that'll drink a man's piss after suckin' him off, boy?"

Skylar's answer was immediate. "Yes, sir." Moaning and panting, his tail lashing behind him as he gave the wolfdog looming over him a wide, eager grin. "I love letting men use me however they want." He dipped forward, against the older man's hands on the crown of his head, to flick his tongue against the length of Thomas' cock. "I'd be honored to be your toilet, sir."

Thomas grunted. "Uncle's got you trained well, huh? Alright, boy..." He allowed Skylar to latch onto his cocktip once more, the younger man suckling and whining in anticipation already. "Get ready for it." He shifted his stance. His head fell back and his eyes slipped closed. He sighed, long and low; and then Skylar began to gulp and swallow with soft whimpers of delight as he drank the older man's piss.

Thomas' grandson, meanwhile, let out soft moans of his own; Jimmy's cock throbbed, his tongue darted over his lips, and he wished for a moment it was him gulping down mouthful after ample mouthful of his grandfather's strong-bodied urine while their guests watched. Then he felt Scott's hands tug his slim hips backward, and allowed himself to be pulled down into the lion's lap. Arms wrapped around his torso as Scott continued to feel up the younger wolfdog. Brushing fingertips over the pert nipples poking through Jimmy's chest fur with one hand. Rubbing and patting the canine's stomach with the other. Dipping forward to nibble the young man's shoulder--making Jimmy gasp and coo in pleasure--as he squeezed along the wolfdog's thigh to his crotch. "My nephew's such an eager little whore, isn't he?" Under the rumbling of his lust, the older lion sounded proud.

"Yes, sir."

"Are you surprised?" Another nibble along his shoulder led to a suckle on the hollow of his throat. "You knew him in high school, did you not? Back when he was still under his father's thumb."

"Yes, sir." Jimmy's breath hissed through his teeth as Scott's forefinger and thumb tweaked and twisted his tender nipple. "I... everyone thought he was a hundred-percent straight..."

"Hah! Not in the least. To hear him tell it, even back then he had a deep love of cock. Any kind of cock." The older lion's purring voice dropped into an intimate murmur. "Back then, he was repressed. Had to live up to his father's expectations and all that. But after the old cat died and he came into my care... I made sure he could indulge in his every homosexual desire."

"And do you two...?" It seemed like a moot question at that point, put the twisting knot of arousal in Jimmy's crotch needed to hear it said aloud.

"Fuck?" A crooning groan, and then a puff of humid breath right against his flicking ear. "Do I fuck my hot little cumdump of a nephew? Do I bend him over whenever and wherever I please to stick my fat uncle cock deep in his sloppy sluthole?" Said fat cock pulsed against Jimmy's side, iron-hard and dribbling with every perverted word. "Does he wake up in my bed every morning, and drain my balls and bladder like a good boy? Does he come back to me every night, stinking of sweat and semen and all the cocks he's taken all day, and beg me to use him like the filthy whore he is?"

The younger wolfdog whined, long and low, when the lion's hand gave his own dribbling erection a punishing squeeze. "Do you, sir? Does he?" Fuck, he was thinking about it; thinking of the two lions--the young college jock stud and his handsome, sexy, dommy uncle--fucking long and hard into the night. And he was also thinking of him and his grandpa, and all the gay, kinky, incestuous shit they'd get up to together.

"Yes." Another squeeze. "My nephew loves cock, and I love him. Dearly." A slow, teasing pump. "It works out perfectly." A splash of hot, sticky precum staining his fur as Scott's shaft ground against him. "Can you feel how fucking hard he makes me, pup?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you want to help me do something about it?"

Jimmy's heartbeat quickened as he looked to his grandpa and Skylar. He watched the younger lion rub the older wolfdog's balls and shaft all over his face, and swallowed hard. "Yes, sir. I want to suck that fat cock of yours like he does."

"Good answer, boy." Scott patted the younger wolfdog on the stomach, and then pushed Jimmy off his lap with little ceremony. "Get on your knees and show me what Thomas has taught you."

And Jimmy did. He moved down onto his knees on the carpet, turning and crawling between Scott's legs as the older lion splayed them for him. He moved in close to that massive package; to the full sack of the lion's balls. Sniffing slow and deep. Opening his mouth wide to drag his tongue through the silky fur and caress the firm orbs within. Scott's hands on his head, keeping him in his place, was all the encouragement he needed to take that ballsack into his mouth and suck on it. And all the while his nose rubbed against the pulsing shaft of the lion's erection, over and around the base of it.

Again, canines such as Jimmy were blessed with an excellent sense of smell. And as he breathed in the rich, spicy, masculine musk of Scott's crotch, the young wolfdog noticed another, very familiar scent clinging to the pulsing flesh and mingling with that of the older lion's manhood. Strong. Pungent, and a little earthy. Bestial. He moaned, and confirmed his suspicions by dragging his wriggling tongue along that considerable length and swirling it around the pre-soaked glans at its tip; Scott's cock reeked, and still tasted, of feral dog ass.

The older man was either a mind reader, or the wolfdog's thoughts were written plain on his face; either way, Scott laughed as he bucked against Jimmy's lapping and snuffling, and spoke with a condescending sneer in his purring voice. "So sorry if the flavor is a little strong, pup. This morning, when Skylar and I arrived, your grandfather was generous enough to let us have a go at your little four-legged boyfriend. Max, was it?" A patronizing pat and slow caress between his ears. "I hope you don't mind."

Jimmy didn't mind in the least. He grasped that girthy shaft by the base, latched on to start bobbing down onto it in earnest, and let images of it pounding into that well-used pucker under the German Shepherd's tail fill his mind. It always made his heart flutter and his cheeks grow warm to hear Max being called his boyfriend; and indeed, it wasn't entirely incorrect. He loved that dog; he loved petting and stroking Max's ears while his grandpa fucked them, he loved sucking that massive doggy dick and feeling it knotting his ass, and he loved being rutted like a bitch in heat by the German Shepherd. And, of course, he loved sucking the flavor of Max's ass off a man's cock--usually his grandpa's, but on rare occasions he'd get the chance to taste it on Rob's or Mark's--and smelling the lingering traces of feral canine musk in a man's pubes; just like he could smell it in Scott's.

He pushed down to take as much of that monolithic member as he could, feeling its tip slipping into his throat and a spurt of precum shooting into his gullet. He swallowed around it, working his lips against the pulsing spire of flesh. He pulled off, and began to lap all along its length from base to tip.

"Does it get you hard?" Another croon of that deep, self-satisfied voice, and Jimmy whimpered as the side of the lion's bare foot brushed against his dribbling erection; fuck, his knot was already swelling up. "Do you like the thought of it, pup? Me, Skylar, and your grandfather all sharing your dog?"

"Yes sir." Another lick. Another slurp. Another slow suckle of the man's cockhead, drinking down another gush of his pre. "It gets me so hard. And, uh... you and Skylar actually like... f-fucking dogs, sir?" An inferno burned in his blushing face as he looked up to meet the older lion's gaze.

"Yes, we do." A smirk, and an almost-flirtatious wink. "I told you, pup, Sky loves any and every kind of cock. Be it anthro or animal, he'll suck it or bend over to let it fuck him. He'll even lick it clean after, the dirty little slut." The lion's chuckle had an almost tender warmth to it as he fed his length back into Jimmy's suckling mouth. "As for me, well, I've always had an affinity for... men of the four-legged persuasion, shall we say. It's something you and your grandfather found we both shared."

That was an understatement. Thomas Walker was a very kinky man, and the least of his perversions was a love for having sex with feral dogs; sucking their cocks, eating their pungent asses out, and even sharing deep and slobbery kisses with them while he pounded their tight tailholes. He claimed to have gotten it from his father; it was even a little joke--if it even was just a joke--in their family that the knotted cock sported by all the Walker men came from a zoophilic tryst back in their bloodline. He'd whisper and moan and croon in the heat of passion to Jimmy about the times he and Jimmy's father had shared Rex, the family dog before Max; Thomas had even shared some home videos of it, and one of the hardest nuts the younger wolfdog had ever experienced in his life had been to the sight of his dad's asshole twitching and clenching and straining around Rex's gargantuan knot. And the older man had confessed once that it'd been his hope, when he got Max as a companion for his grandson, that the two would develop that kind of intimate, sexual relationship; and he was more than happy to be a part of it, as he'd been for his son before.

The older lion's smirk widened into a devilish grin. "Thomas tells me that you're similarly inclined, yes?"

Jimmy grunted, moaned and hummed around the pulsing shaft that filled his throat, and nodded as best he could.

"Well then, perhaps you could join us sometime." Scott pumped his hips, working up a steady rhythm with which to fuck the wolfdog's face. "I actually have ownership of a kennel in the city. Skylar and I often go there on the weekends to... indulge. If your grandfather says it's alright, we could take you along and let you suck all the feral cock you could want."

The younger man whimpered, his eyes slipping shut as he pictured it. All those dogs of every species lined up, their bestial erections dropping from their sheaths while he and Skylar stroked and sucked on them. Scott, and maybe his grandaddy as well, making their way down the line to fuck those tight feral puckers one by one. Kneeling behind one of the panting canines, dipping his snout under its wagging tail to take a deep sniff of its used hole, and then giving its ass a thorough tongue bath.

"Sounds good to me." Thomas' voice broke through the younger wolfdog's thoughts. "But, uh, if you two are done introducin' yourselves, me and Skylar here were talkin' about takin' this to the bedroom. You want in too, Scott?"

"That is an excellent idea." A hand against his forehead pushed Jimmy back, and he latched off of the older lion's erection with a reluctant whimper as it popped out of his mouth. The younger wolfdog looked over, seeing his grandpa and Skylar standing nearby; the older man's arm was slung around the younger's toned torso, and Skylar's own impressive shaft bobbed with every grope and squeeze of his hip. Scott stood, stretched, and patted the crown of Jimmy's head. "Might be good to get the pup here lying down so I can really go to town on his cute face."

Thomas nodded, looked to his grandson, and smirked. "Leash, boy. And in fact, go get Max's too. Should fit Skylar here just right."

With his tail wagging behind him, Jimmy jumped up and rushed off; through the kitchen and then into the laundry room, pausing to give Max a few scratches behind the ear and a slobbery, tongue-filled kiss before moving to rifle through the short storage cabinet. The feral canine's ears perked up when he heard the rattling of a leash chain, but the wolfdog just shook his head. "No, boy." However, he could see the flash of throbbing, pulsing red between the dog's hinds as Jimmy slipped his collar on--latching it tight around his neck before attaching his leash--and then gathered up a second collar and leash in his hands. The tip-tapping of Max's nails followed him, along with a gruff grumble, as he made his way back into the living room.

Thomas greeted Max with a pat on the head as the German Shepherd moved to brush and rub against his leg. Then he accepted the leash's handle from Jimmy's hand with a nod and grunt. "Go put Skylar's on him, then give his leash to Scott."

Again, Jimmy obeyed; with a blush on his face, he moved over to the younger lion. "You alright with this, man?"

"Oh, yeah, don't even worry about it." Skylar beamed, dipping down to let the wolfdog reach up and put the other collar around his throat. Their erections brushed together--Jimmy's knotted shaft batting against the girthy length of Skylar's--and the pair's eyes met. Interest. Growing understanding. Mutual arousal shared in a pair of smiles. "I want this, dude."

"Alright." Jimmy nodded, turned to the older lion, and presented Skylar's leash to him. "Here you go, sir."

"Thank you, pup." With a gracious nod, Scott took the handle of the leash attached to Skylar's collar out of the younger wolfdog's hand. Then he snapped his fingers, and his voice barked out a command: "Down." A self-satisfied smirk twisted the lion's lips--mirrored by the one on Thomas' face--as Jimmy and Skylar got on their knees, and the pair of older men looked down at their eager, obedient, incestuous partners. "Lead the way, Thomas."

His granddaddy tugged on his leash, and Jimmy moved to the older man's heel. Together, the wolfdogs lead the lions down the hall and to the master bedroom. Max followed along with the group, and both Skylar and Jimmy felt the cold wetness of the feral canine's nose brushing against their rumps and pushing beneath their hiked-up tails; but before he could hop up onto one of their backs to start rutting them with that dribbling erection hanging from his sheath, the German Shepherd was called to heel by Thomas' sharp whistle.

The bedroom that Jimmy shared with his granddaddy while his mother was away on business trips was just as small-yet-cozy as the rest of the house. Most of the floor space was taken up by a large, king-sized bed, which the young men crawled up onto as Thomas and Scott directed them with tugs on their leashes. Max, meanwhile, went to lay down on his doggy-bed in the corner by the dresser, curling up and lapping at his red rocket while watching the incestuous couples. The two men exchanged partners and leash handles; and while his grandpa pulled Skylar up to his hands and knees and moved behind the younger lion, Jimmy scooted to let his head hang off the edge of the bed at the older lion's crotch level.

His mouth opened, wide and welcoming. Scott pushed his hips forward with a low purr. The older man's erection sank into Jimmy's suckling mouth and tight throat, and the younger wolfdog pushed against that bucking crotch to bury his face in it once more. "Oh fuck." Hands grasped his head, keeping it in place as that girthy shaft slid in and out of him. "That's a good little slut."

Jimmy could hear similar crooning and huffing in his grandfather's husky, lustful, not-quite-friendly voice, along with Skylar's whines of pleasure. The sound of quick, rhythmic slapping--furry flesh against furry flesh--and a slick cock sliding into a sloppy hole filled the air. The younger wolfdog's eyes slipped shut, and he enjoyed the symphony of rough pounding and rutting drifting over to him as he worked Scott's considerable length.

Pressing his lips around it as it slid out, and then nursing on the dribbling head. Swirling his tongue all over it, savoring the taste of that virile pillar of flesh. Relaxing his throat as it slammed into him, the heavy sack of the lion's balls smacking his nose as the older man fucked Jimmy's face in earnest.

In and out. Again and again. Hard and fast, uncaring about the younger man's comfort; when Jimmy would gag or choke as that massive erection forced itself into his throat, Scott would just throw his head back and moan as the tight passage he was rutting clenched and clamped around him. Jimmy's mind began to swim as he took breaths only in between each thrust, surrounded and filled by the spicy, masculine musk of the lion's crotch.

He jerked and whined when he felt a hand wrap around his swollen knot. As though from far away, he heard Skylar's voice. "Can I suck his cock while you use his mouth, Uncle Scott?"

A huff of breath, low and grunted out. "You'll have to ask Thomas."

"Yes sir." A pause, punctuated by a belly-deep groan of pleasure "Can I, Mr. Walker?"

"Only if you squeeze that boycunt harder on my dick."

"Yes, sir!" And with that, wet heat engulfed the full length of Jimmy's shaft in a suckling, nursing vacuum. The younger wolfdog moaned, bucking up into it--into Skylar's own experienced maw--until the bulb of his knot was being kissed and squeezed by the lion's lips. He whimpered in bliss, humming around the cock he was sucking on, and relaxed into a fuckhaze while Scott hilted in and came down his throat.

"Oh shit, good boy..." A tight, almost crushing grip. "Drink it down you fucking little whore." Stifling, smothering pressure as his face was buried in the lion's groin, those balls grinding on him as they emptied their load into his gullet. "Fuck... you've trained your boy well, Thomas."

"Likewise. Shit, takin' my knot like it's nothin'." A rumbling chuckle. "And takin' my boy's too."

Indeed, as Jimmy came back to himself while Scott pulled his flagging cock from the younger wolfdog's mouth and allowed him to breathe, he looked down to see that Skylar had wrapped his lips around the base of his erection; locked them shut behind his knot. The lion sucked, and the wolfdog threw his head back and moaned. Thomas grunted, driving Scott's nephew to rock back and forth between those two knotted shafts with every thrust, and Scott grinned while letting his spent-but-still-chubbed length rest on the flushed cheek of Thomas' grandson.

"You like that, pup? You like Skylar sucking your dick while your granddaddy fucks his sluthole?"

Panting. Whining. Nodding, and then speaking in a hoarse voice. "Yes, sir."

"You want to return the favor?"

The look in Jimmy's eyes was answer enough.

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It took a while--and a bit of complaining from Thomas, whose knotted cock was squeezed in the vice grip of Skylar's bowels as they shifted around it--but eventually the four got into a new position. Skylar was on his back, legs lifted and folded against his chest, and his hind end hung off the edge of the bed while the older wolfdog stayed hilted in him. Jimmy, meanwhile, was put on his hands and knees in a familiar position--hunched over the other young man, mouth-to-pubic-bush with Skylar as his cock dangled over the lion's face--while Scott moved up behind him.

While Jimmy dipped down, enjoying Skylar's scent--nuzzling and snuffling and lapping over the younger lion's balls and long, thick shaft--he felt the older lion tugging on the base of his buttplug once more. "Time to finally take this out, yes? I think you're ready for something more up your sluthole."

Jimmy could only whimper in agreement. While he swirled his tongue around and around Skylar's length, Scott pulled. While he dug his tongue into the younger lion's ample foreskin, tasting the pungent flavor of masculinity hidden in its folds and crannies, the plug ground against his clamping inner walls and tugged against the tight ring of his pucker. While he slid down to take the other young man to the hilt, swallowing around that throbbing erection, it finally popped out of him; and was followed by a dribble of cum that ran down his balls and thighs while Scott and Skylar watched.

"Fuck, sloppy indeed." Fingers rubbed and pulled on his gaping rim. Ran through the smear of smut leaking out of him. Massaged the tender, aching flesh of Jimmy's innards. "How many men fucked you before you came home, pup?"

Jimmy moaned, reluctantly pulled off of Skylar, and flexed his hole for the older lion as he answered. "Just one, sir."

"Well then, he must cum like a firehose." Those hands grasped his hips, pushing and positioning the wolfdog's lower body until Jimmy was squatting over Skylar's face. A puff of breath teased over his pucker, and then a slick tongue was gliding all around and into his well-used hole. Skylar was rimming him, licking up the cum that was dribbling out of Jimmy's backside and swallowing it with a low moan of his own. "You're a very lucky young man."

He was, and he knew it. He pushed forward to bob on Skylar's erection once more. He rolled the lion's foreskin over that plump glans with his lips while drinking the other young man's pre straight from the tap. He moved down, hilting Skylar's shaft in his gullet, and buried his nose in his grandaddy's musky pubic fur while the older wolfdog waited for his knot to deflate. Jimmy was very lucky indeed to have so many fuckbuddies; Mark and Mark's dad, his grandpa and Max, and now the high school stud he'd blown plenty of loads to as well as said stud's dommy, perverted uncle.

And he was lucky--so very lucky--to feel that stud of a dommy, perverted uncle ram his fat cock into his ass. To feel it stretch him out more than the plug had; as much as his granddaddy's knot always did, but all along his inner walls and deep into his back passage. To feel it sliding in and out, in and out, that silky glans punching right against his prostate while that heavy ballsack pounded against his own. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Until it blew the older lion's second load inside him; another load for Skylar to slurp off his uncle's softening shaft and lick off Jimmy's stretched rim and guzzle out of the wolfdog with eager hunger.

On and on the debauchery continued. While the older men lay back and recovered, their cocks pulsing and dribbling on their thighs, Jimmy and Skylar made a show of kissing each other slow and deep for their incestuous partners. The two college-aged studs moaned and groaned, their tongues dancing in their working mouths and sharing the loads they'd taken; the loads they'd sucked out of each other's stinging slutholes, swapping the thick and sticky heat between them as they took turns swallowing it down. Bit by bit, until it was gone. Then they continued to kiss while letting their hands wander all over each other's sweaty, supple bodies. Just like Jimmy had always wanted the jock stud to do to him. Just like Skylar had always wanted--as he confessed to the wolfdog in between his panting and cooing--Jimmy, all the other guys in their class, and even all the male teachers in their school to do to him as well.

Jimmy patted the bed, finally inviting Max to jump up and join them, and the pair of young men shared the German Shepherd's massive, knotted erection. While Jimmy latched onto the tip to drink down the feral canine's watery pre, Skylar sucked on the dog's full balls and worked over the growing bulb at the base of that bestial length. And then the pair switched off, and while the lion bobbed up and down that considerable shaft--almost as big as his uncle's--he watched with keen interest while the wolfdog worshipped Max's ass. Licking. Slurping. Pushing his tongue into that puffy pucker, and delving it into the German Shepherd's clamping passage as Max whined and squirmed in bliss. Finally, Skylar got on his hands and knees while Jimmy patted his back, and the feral canine took the invitation to rut the lion's hole; Jimmy held Skylar's head, petted him, and crooned warm encouragement to the slutty stud as he took that feral lurch like the experienced champ he was.

When Thomas' and Scott's erections returned, bobbing in the air as they moved to rejoin their boys, they were eager to take over once again. Pushing Jimmy and Skylar onto their backs. Holding the two college-aged studs in their arms. Trading the pair off as the older men fucked them in both ends again and again.

On and on the debauchery continued, until Jimmy was left in a panting, heaving, cum-soaked heap. Skylar, however, seemed insatiable; he kept begging for more, and Thomas was more than willing to provide.

The younger lion was on his knees, face buried in the bed's comforter and his rump hiked up high into the air. Thomas was perched on the edge of the bed behind Skylar, eyes on the moaning and whining college-aged slut. And the older wolfdog's fist was buried up to the forearm deep in that sloppy, gaping, clamping hole he and the older lion had spent the past few hours using and abusing.

A grunt as Thomas worked his arm as deep into that passage as he could, grinding his knuckles against those hot inner walls, and then pulled it out to let his clenched fist tug on the reddened and loosened ring of the young man's pucker. "Gawddamn, boy." In, and then out. "Could probably take a fuckin' horse to the balls. Feral one, even." In, and then out.

"Now there's an idea. Skylar always did want a pony when he was little." Scott purred and laughed, low and quiet. The older lion was perched on the edge of the bed as well, sitting near his nephew's front end and stroking through the younger man's mussed-up mane. He tilted Skylar's head back, and pulled the other feline up into a slow, deep, tongue-wrangling kiss. "You're not having trouble with it, are you Sky?"

"Hell no." A flinch. "Mr. Walker's fists are really big, and-" A hissing breath taken through clenched teeth. "Fuck, he's so deep in me." A glance upward, blinking a bit of wetness out of his eyes as they met the older lion's. "But I can take it."

A low, considering hum as the uncle held his nephew's gaze. Scott's thumb traced over Skylar's slack lips and burning cheek; and then he brought Skylar's face back down to his crotch. "Well, why don't you suck on Uncle Scott's cock while you take it, then?" His twitching erection ground on the younger lion's chin and nose, smearing them with the smut that still coated it. "It always gets you to relax... and to open up that little sluthole of yours."

Skylar didn't answer; he didn't have to. He latched on, taking half of his uncle's shaft in one eager gulp, and nursed on it like a babe as Thomas's fist fucked him hard and deep.

The older lion continued to stroke and caress his nephew's bobbing head while crooning and cooing to the younger one. He'd been rough with Jimmy, rougher even than the wolfdog's grandfather could get while they were in the throes of incestuous passion; but with Skylar, his words and petting and smiles were tender. Caring. Loving, even. Indeed, Scott had told Jimmy that he loved his nephew dearly. And as the young man watched, panting and moaning and feeling full-body tremors from one of the roughest fuck-sessions of his adult life, he saw it in the pair's eyes.

Just like he'd always seen it in Mark's eyes when the boar talked about his Daddy, and in Rob's eyes when the two were together.

Skylar emptied his balls all over the covers underneath him while gulping down Scott's thick, sticky load. Thomas whistled in awe, looking over the wide-open crater he'd made of the young slut's ass once he pulled his arm and fist free of it. And as he drifted off into exhausted slumber to the sounds of arousal and pleasure surrounding him, Jimmy didn't notice his grandpa glancing from the lion couple to his sweat-and-cum soaked-and-smeared grandson.

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As the bright starbursts and rushing tide of orgasm gives way to the muzzy warmth of afterglow, so the late night gave way to early morning. Jimmy awoke in his granddaddy's bed, curled up under the covers and surrounded by the lingering warmth and scent of another man's body; multiple men, both familiar and newly-met. He sat up, flinching just a little at the sharp sting of soreness in his backside, to stretch and yawn and scratch himself. After a quick trip to the master bathroom to do his morning business and freshen up, the wolfdog was ready and eager to greet a new day.

He followed the wafting scent of breakfast and sounds of murmured conversation into the kitchen, finding his grandpa, Skylar, and Scott already there. The older wolfdog was sitting at his usual place at the table, sipping from a steaming cup of coffee while reading the newspaper. Skylar, meanwhile, was sitting in his uncle's lap; the younger lion looked comfortable resting against Scott's chest as the older lion's hand stroked over his stomach, the pair switching off sharing bites from a plate piled high with syrup-soaked pancakes. The sight would have almost been charming, domestic even, if the trio weren't completely nude and erect.

Jimmy blinked as he once more walked in on his grandfather and the lion couple, and then cleared his throat. "Uh, morning!"

Thomas grunted in greeting, glancing over and giving his grandson a welcoming nod. Scott and Skylar looked to the younger wolfdog, and smiled. "Good morning, James. Did you sleep well?" The older lion's voice purred out, already confident of Jimmy's answer.

"Yes, sir." He watched Skylar crane his head and nuzzle into his uncle's neck while the older man's hand squeezed the younger lion's pectoral, and then made his way over to his grandfather. After a moment of hesitation, Jimmy leaned down to wrap his arms around the older wolfdog from behind. "And how'd you sleep, Granddaddy?"

"Mm, very good, too." Thomas leaned back in his chair--back into his grandson's embrace--and turned to look up at the younger wolfdog. Jimmy pressed a shy kiss to the older canine's cheek, and the corners of Thomas' mouth perked up; the older man reached back and up, and pulled his grandson down into a proper slow, deep, coffee-flavored kiss. And when Jimmy's hand reached down to grasp his grandpa's cock and give it a few slow pumps, the older wolfdog's legs splayed in open invitation.

"That's good." He glanced over to Skylar and Scott, and then back to his grandpa. Thomas smirked, reading the question in Jimmy's eyes with ease, and pushed his chair back to make room for his grandson to sit in his lap. Jimmy was taken aback just a little bit by the offer, but was more than eager to take it; he sat down in his grandaddy's lap, settling onto the older man's chest, and felt his heart flutter and dance when Thomas wrapped his arms around him and pressed a few more soft, suckling kisses to his throat.

Thomas had never been much of an affectionate grandfather. Even before their relationship had turned intimate, the most he'd offer the younger wolfdog was a pat on the back or a brief ruffle between the ears. And in the heat of passion his kisses were rough--desperate, almost crushing--and his gripping and groping of Jimmy's body domineering. But that morning, his touch was tender. Caring. Loving, even.

A soft hiss of breath and a low moan as his grandfather squeezed the growing bulb at the base of Jimmy's erection. "Mm... so, who fixed breakfast? Don't think we've had pancakes in a long time."

"That'd be the two lovebirds over there." Thomas nodded to the lion couple, and Skylar laughed and gave the wolfdog pair a wide grin.

"Yeah. Woke up early to go on my morning run, and when I got back I told Uncle Scott I wanted to do something for you guys. For inviting us over and, well, making the night so good." An alluring blush dusted his handsome face as he turned it to give his uncle another nuzzle. "We usually make 'em together on the weekends, so..."

"Huh." Again, Jimmy couldn't help smiling--and maybe feeling just a slight stab of envy--at how domestic and loving the two seemed to be with each other. "Well, thank you, Skylar. Thank you, sir."

"Any time! Oh, but..." The younger lion's blush grew hotter, and his length throbbed between his thighs as he ground down onto and shifted in his uncle's lap. "Hey Uncle Scott? I think it's about time for my morning protein..." His tongue darted out over his lips, and he received a purr and another kiss from the older lion.

"Why, I do believe it is. Why don't you get down and have a drink, Sky?"

The younger lion nodded with an eager, slutty moan, and slid down off his uncle's lap to the kitchen floor. He turned himself around, got on his knees between Scott's splayed legs, and dove face-first into the older man's crotch.

Jimmy watched, heat burning in his own face and roiling in his groin, as Skylar began to suck off his incestuous lover in earnest. Then the younger wolfdog turned to look to his granddaddy, swallowed to wet his dry throat, and let out a husky murmur of longing. "Hey, Granddaddy? I think I could go for some morning protein, too."

A smirk, tinged with tender warmth. A pat atop the younger wolfdog's head, lingering on Jimmy's crown as Thomas' fingers gave his ears a quick scritch. A wink, which in the morning light looked very flirtatious. "On your knees, pup. Granddaddy's got all the 'protein' you could want."