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Matthew taps his fingers on his steering wheel, feeling the cool breeze roll in through his open windows. Rock music pours from his speakers, the twenty year old fox-wolf hybrid humming along and singing when within his capability to. Nervous excitement creates a cold chill in his guts as he takes his exit off the highway, a sudden ringing pausing his music. The folf sighs softly and grabs his phone from between his legs, seeing it was his mother that was calling him.

"S'up, mom?" He says, raising the phone to his ear.

"Honey, I don't think this is a good idea. Your dad is-"

"Not a good person, got it. You've told me like a thousand times already."

"Matt-"

"Mom, listen. It's been seventeen years since dad's been in my life. I need to see him. I need to clear up some things. I need answers for fucks sake!" He checks both ways before turning right onto the main road.

"I've kept you away from him for... reasons. Please, just listen to me!"

"Well I'm six hours away so I'm not turning back now. I'll be home on Sunday, okay? Just calm down. I'm a grown man now; I can handle this." Matthew sighs at the silence that follows, knowing he was right on this one.

"Just... be safe. Please." His mother eventually says with bated breath.

"I know, mom. I will. I gotta go, I'm almost there. Take care, 'kay?"

"Bye-bye, sweetie. Call me if you need money for a place to stay if things start to get... weird."

Weird?

"Alright, alright. Bye mom." Once his mom hangs up, his music resumes with a booming volume he wasn't used to anymore. He quickly turns the knob down and switches over to his gps app. Five minutes.

"Take a right on Ether street... left on Lincoln..." he mutters softly, placing his phone back between his legs. The cold chill resumes as he inches closer to his mystery of a father.

His mother and father divorced when Matthew was only three, leaving him with his single mother who never remarried. He'd ask all sorts of questions that his mother refused to answer, and always called his dad a freak or a creep. She never gave him his phone number, never showed more than a few pictures, and never allowed them to meet. This always bothered him since she never gave actual reasons for keeping the two separated. How did he manage to get this meetup to happen? Threatening to move out and leave his mother alone was a big factor. They had a massive argument the night of his 20th birthday which ended in tears and his mother caving in. She refused to give him his father's phone number, but she did promise to call him and ask about a possible meet-up. A few weeks later and taking some time off work, here he was just two minutes from arriving at his other progenitors house. He always wondered how he'd have turned out without his overbearing mother and a father to keep him in check instead. What was he like? He knows his dad is a wolf, considering Matthew's hybridism, but he knew literally nothing past that. His age, his tone of voice, his fur colors, his eyes, his personality...

Matthew slowly turns down the volume in his car as he pulls up to a comfy-looking middle-class house. It was painted pineapple yellow with some plants nicely laid out in front, a foxtail palm tree centered in the yard to complete the tropical aesthetic. The folf gulps and presses the button to turn his car off, grabbing his keys and stepping out of the vehicle. The phone between his legs tumbles out onto the ground and he cusses under his breath, picking it up and pocketing the damned thing.

This is it...

He slowly closes his car door to not alert any attention from inside and bumps against it until he hears a click, the folf taking his phone back out to fix his hair. He had the stature of a wolf, and the fur patterns of a red fox; black hair falls down his face and he spruces it up so as to not be in his face as much. He looked good, but his green eyes held a fair amount of anxiety. What if his mom was right? What if his dad was a creep and a weirdo? But his house looks nice...

Matthew musters up the courage to walk up the path to the door, his paws shaking a little bit in anticipation. He straightens out his clothes and pulls the sleeves down on his thin black hoodie, slowly raising a paw up to knock on the door. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears as he gave the familiar seven knock song, standing back while holding his breath. With ears perked up, he tries to focus on any sound coming from inside. At first, there were no sounds of movement, but then he heard the gentle padding of footsteps as a figure drew near. He clenches his fists and grips onto the ends of his hoodie sleeves as the door slowly opens without a squeak. On the other side, a tall wolf, but no taller than Matt, stood wearing a blue v-neck tee with blue jeans on. The wolf opens his eyes widely at the sight on his front porch, Matthew doing the same. This was him, this was the infamous wolf that he never got to know... this was his chance.

"D-ad?" He says softly, his voice cracking a little from nervousness.

"Matthew... Matthew, it's me, I'm here-you're here..." the grey wolf in front of him shows a lip quiver and slowly breaks down into a sob. He raises his paw up to his face in a fist, trying to cover some of his crying. The wolf had a medium toned voice when he spoke. Matthew was shocked to see his father crying, the sudden urge to tear up enveloping him.

"Dad..."

As if the two could read each other's minds, they went in for a hug. This hug, however, was unlike any Matt had ever felt. He immediately felt tears stream down his cheeks as his father burst out crying, squeezing his long lost son with years of love and longing in his embrace. Matthew couldn't help but also begin sobbing aloud, squeezing back with the same amount of force as his old man.

The two stood there crying for a bit until they sniffled collectively, stepping back from one another. With red eyes, the two look each other over and smile, the younger of the two wiping his reddened eyes with a sleeve.

"Goddamn, Matthew... you're all grown up now. You look great, son, really. God... the last time I saw you... you were such a cute little pup. I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you in the nursery. God, I'm so glad you're here." The older canine also begins to rub his eyes and sniffles out the crying. The two share a friendly laugh as Matthew blushes from the compliments. The folf didn't really focus on it a bit ago, but when they hugged, he smelled a bit himself on his father. If only he knew in the past that he always had a way to be around him without him being there.

"Come in, please, don't be a stranger!"

The older wolf steps aside and allows for Matthew to enter, taking a good look inside. It's a one-story with a very homey Caribbean vibe to it. There are potted plants strewn about, wooden fixtures, the walls have yellows and oranges as well as some fish statues on the walls, paintings... it even smells good. It has the smell as if there was one of those oil burners tucked away somewhere, the scent reminding him of coconut. His father slowly closed the door and walked in front of Matt to the living room. It has two brown couches and a nice little coffee table. On the wall in front of them sat a pretty substantial TV with some nice speakers sitting nearby.

"I like your house, dad. It's so... alive? Mom keeps the house pretty dull. Hospital white, I call it." Matt turns to his dad who has a frown on his face. He lowers his ears a little bit at the mention of his ex wife, letting out a barely audible sigh.

"Can I get you anything? A water? Some food? I was gonna order out if you wanted me to do that soon?" His father says, crossing his arms around himself in a comforting hold.

"I kinda just wanted to talk for a bit. Can we?" He gestures to the couches and his father nods, the two sitting on opposite sides of the biggest of the two sofas.

"I'm an open book. Please, don't be afraid to ask any question you can think of. I want to be honest and upfront. You deserve it, son." The older wolf smiles and sits criss-cross, facing Matt.

"Okay uh... what's your name?"

"She didn't even tell you my name?" The older wolf grimaces and curls his lip in a low growl.

"It's Marcus. Marcus." He repeats, slumping his shoulders.

"Why... why did she make you leave?" The folf asks gently, folding his paws in his lap.

"I said I was going to be honest, didn't I. Heh. I'm sorry if you hate me after this, but it's because-well-I'm actually... gay."

"What?"

"You were born before I knew who I really was. We didn't plan on-" he stops short as he's about to admit his son was an accident, but Matt already was able to gather it based on that.

"Gay... dad? I uh... wow this is so weird but I'm... well I guess I could say I'm gay too." Matthew twiddles his thumbs and shrugs a little. "I've never actually told anyone before. I try my best to act straight but like-mom kicked you out for being gay? Kept me from seeing you for almost all of my life, because you're gay?" The folf stands up and his eyes burn with raw, unadulterated anger. "So if I fucking told her I was gay, she'd do what-kick me out too? Ask me to never talk to her again?" He shouts, pacing around the carpeted floor with clenched paws.

Marcus, meanwhile, had his eyes open in total surprise. He would've never guessed his son was gay too.

"You're... you're also gay?" He pulls his knees up and hugs them, scratching at his jean-covered knees with nervous claws. "Don't ever let her know, please. But... but if you ever did, just know you have a home here, Matthew. I'm not like trying to take you away from her, but just... wow."

Matthew suppresses the urge to scream, his muzzle crinkling in a malicious growl.

"Who the fuck does she think she is? No fucking waaAAAY!" He screams his lungs out, panting heavily afterwards. Marcus sits still and allows his son to vent without hindrance; he knows Matthew needed this.

"Matt, it's okay-"

"Like fucking hell it is! She made me lose my father because of his sexuality! She obviously fell in love with you at one point! Did all that just change because of who you really were? That's fucking stupid. So fucking stupid. Get me out of this fucking situation." He waves his paw dismissively and goes to sit back down, a paw propping his head up on his knee once he sits.

Marcus scoots closer and sits beside his son, placing a paw on his back and rubbing in small circles.

"I understand your anger... and it's warranted." Was all he said. It's all he needed to say. Matthew understood that he was heard, felt, seen. His dad had the same issues as him at one point: feeling exiled, dejected, lost. He always assumed his father hated him and his mother; like he did something unforgivable that his mother tried to shield him from. The folf found himself leaning to the side against his dad, one of his arms wrapping around him. It felt so goddamn good to have a male parental figure touching him, reassuring him.

"Any more questions, bud?" Marcus asks softly, pulling his boy into an embrace.

"Literally all of them got answered by that last one." He says coldly, but obviously not directed at his dad.

"Do youuu want me to order that food?"

"Can we just... hug a bit longer?" Matthew requests with a low voice, his father nodding and smiling widely.

"Of course, of course." He scoops his son up as best he can and brings Matt's head to his chest, leaning down and kissing the top of his head, sniffing the spot. He rubs his arms up and down Matthew, petting his arms and back.

"This is what I've wanted... this..." Matt says, closing his eyes in the serenity.

"You and me both, kiddo. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I don't love my boy. I love you more than anything. I always have. And I mean, you're so handsome! You definitely take after me, heh. I'm so glad you're here. I love you."

"I love you too, dad." Matt smiles and snuggles up closer. The two embrace for a bit until Marcus begins to shift and move slightly, Matthew feeling... something poking him?

"Dad?"

"Ahhhaha... uh. Yeah. Sorry. I'm used to hugging other guys and it uh... means something different. Sorry." Marcus blushes dark and pulls his shirt collar away to relieve some of the heat. Matthew smirks and leans back, itching behind his head.

"Time for that food?" The folf asks with a chuckle, Marcus nodding and adjusting himself so he could stand and get his phone.

"Ahh... yeah. Pizza okay?"

"Yeah. That's perfect."

"You uh... want a beer or something? A cocktail? I know you're only 20 but, come on. I'd rather you drink with me than with some rando-" he stops short, knowing damn well he was such rando. He shakes his head and purses his lips.

"Jack 'n coke?" Matthew asks, sitting up and smiling.

"Hey, now you're speaking my language!" Marcus laughs and shuffles off towards the kitchen to grab his phone. Matthew adjusts himself as well once his dad leaves, honestly having a boner throughout the entire embrace. He wasn't used to male contact, and he couldn't help himself, but he didn't want to make a big deal out of anything. It really wasn't a big deal to him...

Some time passes and the two clink cocktails, already down two each at this point. Matthew wasn't really a drinker, so his third cocktail really hit, making the young adult dizzy and very light weight. He was giggling and laughing at things his dad was joking about, the two sitting within inches of each other. Marcus wasn't new to drinking, something he took up heavily after being separated from his son, but he poured his cocktails a bit stronger so he was feeling the funny juice.

"-and she was just a bitch. God I hated Nelly. Almost as much as I hate-uh... yeah."

"Yeah, Nelly sounds like a stupid bitch!" Matthew laughs and places his paw on his father's thigh, the two suddenly locking eyes. The folf softly scritches the spot he was touching, their eye contact never receding.

Who it was that leaned in first? They didn't know, but the two met in the middle and locked lips in a passionate kiss. The two canines let out small huffs and whines, them placing their paws on the other's respective cheeks. Marcus allowed himself to fall backwards, pulling Matthew on top of him. He spreads his legs and the two tilt their heads, them both prying the other's lips open to search for their tongues.

"Mmph... mmm..." they both made similar noises, the schlerp of their kisses also filling the room's ambiance. Marcus takes his paws and places them at Matthew's shirt, them disconnecting the kiss so Matt could help rip his shirt off. He takes it off and Marcus does the same, tossing his shirt over to the side. Once both were topless, Matthew leaned back down and reconnected his lips to his father's, moaning softly in his mouth. By now, both men were hard as a rock in their shorts, knots swelled uncomfortably in their sheaths as they started to dry rub against each other. Matthew is the one to break the kiss again as he reaches down to his father's jeans button. He undoes them and zips the fly down, the two looking at each other longingly.

What're we doing? They both had the same look on their faces, but still held smiles on their muzzles. The young adult grabs Marcus' waistband and starts to tug the pants down, the eldest of the two lifting up his bum and helping slip them down to his knees. Matthew stood up and undid his shorts, dropping them to the floor and kicking them away. Marcus then kicks off his jeans, his knotted cock jutting out inside his boxers, pointed straight in the air. A wet spot had started forming where his tip strain against the fabric, small spurts of pre making the puddle bigger by the second. Matthew straddles his father and locks eyes with him once more, the older wolf nodding and blushing.

"I wasn't lying when I said you were handsome. I love you, Matthew. I love you so much."

"I love you too, dad. I love you too."

The exchange made Matthew continue on with his escapade, gripping his father's waistband once more and pulling down those boxers to reveal a squirty, dark red canine member still housed in its furry covering. The folf smiles and admires the rod that brought him into existence before taking his paw over to grab Marcus' sheath. His father grunts once his hand wraps around that knotted cock, him doing his best to pull the sheath back.

"You can be rough. I like it that way." Marcus pants out, eyes meeting his son's again.

Matthew chuckles in his drunken haze, the world still spinning around him. He didn't really have the mind to contemplate what he was doing, but he knew they were both consenting adults that wanted-needed this. With his father's permission, the folf grips hard and really yanks his sheath down, sliding it over the engorged knot and down to the base where it folds up nicely around the thin part of his shaft. Matt wastes no time and goes down on his dad, opening his maw taking a few inches of that squirty rod into his wet oral cavern. The first thing he tastes is that salty pre that had been squirting out ever since they first started kissing, the next being the musky fluid of that cock housed in a sheath all day long. His cock was smooth, throbbing like absolutely mad, and rock solid. Matt takes his paw and grabs beneath the knot, squeezing tightly as he takes a few more inches into his mouth. He begins to bob his head up and down on his dad's meat, Marcus moaning and groaning at the sensation of his son sucking his cock. He makes small grunts when his cock pulses, jetting another stream of pre down Matt's gullet.

"Fuuuuck... a natural cocksucker, eh? I wonder who you get it from?" Marcus chuckles and softly bucks his hips, face-fucking his son. The folf pulls off for just a second, taking a few hot breaths.

"This isn't my first rodeo, old man~" He says with a cocky smirk before going back down on his father. Marcus usually wasn't one to cum early, but there was something about his long-lost son blowing him that made his dick extra sensitive tonight, the older wolf scrunching up his nose. The knot squeezing didn't help.

"Matt-Matt I'm gonna... gonna..."

"Mmmph... mmhm." Matt verbalized with a dick in his mouth, showing it was okay for his father to cum.

"Okay, you-nnrgh-asked for it!"

Marcus' breathing picks up as he allows himself to go past the point of no return, humping his hips wildly into his son's mouth. He takes his paws and places them on his son's head, pushing him down as far as he could go, his entire seven inch shaft going straight into Matt's throat. The folf gags on his dad's shaft, and that was enough to send the wolf overboard.

"Fffffffffuck!" He groans out between clenched jaws, suddenly pouring a massive load of his pups into his son's throat. He paints the walls of Matt's gullet with rope after rope of his creamy cum, the young adult trying his hardest not to gag again, but can't help it as he does. Marcus let's go of his head, to which Matt surfaces for a deep breath in. Tears drip down his face from gagging, and a mixture of cum and saliva drip from his mouth onto the still squirting shaft below. A few stray squirts of cum find themselves on Matt's muzzle, covering him in his own premature siblings. He squeezes the knot once more to milk out the remaining bits of cum before the sprays become more clear rather than milky white, signaling a dying down orgasm. Matt pants heavily and places his paws on Marcus' chest for support, the cum on his face dripping down as it liquefies with time.

"Fuck... you are definitely my son." He laughs, propping himself up on his elbows. Matthew smiles and wipes his face of some of the cream, licking his paw afterwards.

"Do you want a turn?" Matthew asked, signaling towards his rock solid junk trapped in his boxers still.

"Here's a better idea..." Marcus softly pushes Matt off of him, the older male then turning around to be on his paws and knees, tail aimed straight in the air.

"Take me instead."

"Dad... are you sure? I don't wanna like... hurt you or anything."

Marcus bursts out laughing, him slapping his own ass.

"If it hurts, then it's fun. Go wild, Matt. Do what you must~"

Matthew is taken aback. He didn't expect his father to be wanting to be the bottom, but he knew one thing: he needed to get off now. He pulls his boxers down and reveals his own, albeit lighter red, throbbing dick. He takes a page from his dad and does what he did to him, on himself. He grabs his sheath and forces it over his knot, revealing his six inch shaft and knot to the air. Lube? Who needs it-he had all he needed right at his disposal. He wipes his face with his paws and gathers up some of the leftover cum, smearing his dad's pups all over his meat with a wet, creamy sound to it. He gets it all nice and lubed up before aiming his spade tip at his dad's hole. He doesn't even say anything before pushing in, knowing his dad was probably an expert in this field by now. The first few inches slid in pretty easily, his dad relaxing so his entry was nice and smooth. Matthew had never been the top before, so the feeling of a warm body enveloping his sensitive rod sent shivers down his spine. He grabs his dad's sides for stability and reels his hips forward. Pain is pleasure. He wants this.

Matt reels back and really lets his dad have it with one big shove, the older wolf pointing his nose to the ceiling and moaning out loud. The folf smiles and climbs on top of his dad's back, wrapping his arms around Marcus' body before beginning to let the mating instinct take over. He humps his hips rapidly, the slap of his balls hitting Marcus' ass filling the room. Matthew begins to moan and shiver, resting his entire weight on his dad who was able to easily support him. The wet suction sound of penetration emanates through the air as Matthew humps harder, harder, faster. He hated that he was close to cumming already, but he'd never been the top, never felt the tightness of an asshole around his dick before. The feeling was electricity buzzing through his body, his knot swelled up to full size and begging for a tie. He grits his teeth together before biting the hell out of Marcus' shoulder, almost hard enough to draw blood.

"Fuck! Who taught you that one?!" His father yells, laughing a little bit after.

"Nngh, nngh, ahh, ahh fuck, it feels natural!" Matthew replies through the bite. "Dad, I'm gunna-nnghh-cum soon!"

"Do it, give me all you got, knot me!"

Matt couldn't take it anymore. He gave one last push, trying as hard as he could to push that bulbous flesh deep into his dad. He pushes and humps against his ass, the thick flesh slowly pushing its way in until... pop.

"Gaahh!" They both seem to yell as his knot enters, Matthew suddenly spewing his young virile cum deep inside his dad, the one that helped make him in the first place. The two take turns moaning and convulsing while Matt paints his dad's insides, his grip around his dad's body loosening as his orgasm dies down. Matt then collapses on top of his dad completely, the older wolf moving his own cock up so he too could flop down on the couch. The two lay in complete silence save for their panting.

"Gonna be stuck like this for a while, damn. You've got an even bigger knot than your old man, huh?

"Heh... maybe... but anyways, I love you dad. I love you to the end of the Earth. That was incredible-"

Knock, knock, knock.

The two look at each other and then share a laugh.

"Leave it. I paid online so they'll probably just put it at the door. We're gonna be here awhile anyways."

Matthew nods and licks his father's neck, the two getting comfy for their long tie ahead.