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"And we're there, Kiddo."

With a groan, the young dun Bull reached for his seatbelt, removing it while minding his sharp horns until his slight beer gut was released. And he sighed.

With yesterday's party, John was feeling too drained to fight. Drinking, playing, smoking. He hated his past self's guts as much as he hated the hangover he still had after a painkiller. And even with that, he had to act tough since it was his first day at work. His first day... And he had already fucked up by wearing tights jeans, and a new red shirt, along with trendy sneakers.

However... As he reached for his forehead, feeling the drumming beneath his skin, he noticed the lack of movement on his left. He lowered his digits, scratched his muzzle and the silver nosering he sported. And turned his weary brown eyes to his left.

To the old graying Wolf that was his stepfather, a 50ish-something gray Wolf with an impeccably brushed and tended fur, two green eyes behind those rectangle glasses. Contrary to John, Hal was pretty much excited. His tail wagged, his body was all tense beneath those gray slacks and used green shirt... Even his face sported such a genuine smile, John grimaced.

It was Monday, how could he be so... Jovial?

"What?" asked the young man, pulling on the door's handle to open it while keeping his eyes on his stepfather. But no dice, the door was locked.

"I reckon it's not what ya wanted. Ain't much to be fair, but ya old stepdad is glad you joined. Thanks, kid, for givin'a chance," answered the Wolf, unlocking the doors with a slight flick on his side, allowing John to jump out before he had to see one second more of that genuine smile.

Instantly, he faced a house in construction: the ceiling and roof had already been done, but the walls hadn't been painted yet, and the whole entrance door was just a big white plank on the side while workers carried material inside.

Hal had parked on the opposite side of the road while most of the curb on the front had been taken by trucks or wooden slats... And God does that place was dusty, it almost made John regret his choice to ask for his stepfather's help.

But... It's not like he had much choice. He had fucked-up during the last year in college, going to parties with his ex, a nasty cunt of a poodle, and getting smashed all year round. Most of his tuition had been paid by his talent in football, though he still had to take out a loan for rent and school books. In the end, he fucked up. He failed his classes, his grades dropped, he managed to get into a fight with his history lecturer because... Well, he came to class drunk.

And he was now back home, to the same old town of Oakridge... A hole in the side of America with its downtown mostly of red-brick buildings and with nice vistas outside, but nothing else. No cinema, no club, no bar of worth...

With a debt.

At least Hal hadn't gone off on him despite that failure. For that, the young dun Bull felt glad to have that old Dog in his life... As for his mother, she almost blew a fuse at him, screaming and nearly kicking him out.

Even now... He couldn't bear the idea of facing her without having Hal around.

The same Hal who suddenly slapped his back.

"So! 'Gotta show ya to the crew. 'Ready, champ?"

They were standing by the clean road, watching the comings and goings of the workers... Most of them were close family friends he had met when Hal popped into his life a few years ago. And John exhaled, clenching his fists a little.

"Yeah, thanks, Hal. Let's go!"

The old Wolf's hand clasped his shoulder, shook it, and then it was gone. Hal had a constant spring in his steps, always so jumpy and energetic with a rather lithe frame. Compared to Bruno, the Elephant lifting two stacks of wood slats, Roberto, the beefy snake who fed the concrete mixer, or even John, a gymrat as he was, Hal was such a lightweight. But as he began to shout for the men to come around, it was clear he was leading the crew without any itch. They all put their stuff on hold and neared, presenting themselves by the front porch where Hal had asked them to come.

And John breathed, stepping forth and propping with his chest slightly raised.

"And this, lads, that's my kid! Well, Anais' kid but count him like he's my blood, got it? No pranks, 'specially you Leo. Nothing!" began the Wolf, already starting to give orders.

"Got the message, Boss!" answered one voice in the group, a Cheetah who was still bigger than the Wolf and another close friend of his Mother.

"Good! Here, come!"

Listening to Hal, John stepped one foot away from the Canine. Before Hal grabbed him by the shoulder to push him toward Bruno. The gray Elephant was another associate who came around during late evenings and for game nights. So, the Bull wasn't surprised and raised a hand, shaking the man's trunk while Hal continued to speak.

"Today, follow Bruno. The'floor is done, so it's slats duties!" stated Hal, shaking the Bull's shoulders before pushing him off.

And already was the Canine shouting orders to the rest of the crew, allowing Bruno and John to head inside.

And with the shade from the inside, the young Bull instantly felt his headache easing off. Or perhaps it was to stay a little far from his stepdad for more than a breather. Nonetheless, he relaxed as he passed through the threshold... And watched all the white walls in the entrance, some plug sockets done, and the light missing. But they took right toward a smaller room at the end of a corridor: a bedroom. And that one was pretty much done, except for the covers and the floor.

"So... 'Joining the crew, right?"

The question came not even after a few seconds of displacing and separating the slats piled on one side of the room. Not accounting for John dancing among the tools spread here and there.

"Yeah, I screwed in college, I have to fix that," mumbled the Bull as he squatted by Bruno, watching him grab a slat and align it to the others that had already been set. But the man wasn't so focused; the man grinned at him.

"Most kids ask their parents' help, Anais threw a tantrum?" asked the man. Despite being unfocused, Bruno was quite fast in his alignment, but also in applying the glue all over the length before installing the plank. In the elephant's hands, it all seemed to fit together.

"Yeah. She would have slugged me if not for Hal. And I prefer to be here than to end in a Denny's. Urf, my head" grunted the Bull, handing out one of the planks, which Bruno accepted and installed.

"Drunk yesterday?" Asked Bruno, directly answered with a nod. "'fair. Your mom isn't tender. I'll leave a word for her later. But hey, Hal loves that old cow, so that's what matters." continued the Elephant, installing a third slat.

Outside the chamber, through the newly installed door, John glimpsed at the people going inside. It was an endless roll of people going inside and then outside for some reason, sometimes chatting near one of the closed doors. Though John could never focus on what they said. Bruno always pulled him back on the installation. And now asked him to do the glue himself.

"Don't put too much, or it'll be a mess. I know you're hanging in, but careful," ordered Bruno, watching his apprentice, who wasn't that fast on the uptake but wasn't pissing around... Big improvement. "So, what was the big idea for your clothes? Looks too pricey to be here."

A question to which the bull answered with a grunt and snorting. It was true his tight jeans were more of a hindrance to his movements. "Hal' and my Mom wanted the house for themselves for a party. And I took those in a rush... I should have asked Norb' for changes."

"Norb... Norbert Baker? The tiny raccoon that was across where you live?" asked the Elephant, smiling.

"Yes, we're talking."

"Shiiit! I thought he was gone. I barely see him. He's not... uh... A mommy's boy, right?" continued Bruno, taking over to spread the glue more evenly and pointing out the flaw.

"Nah, man. He's making bucks with crypto, he's rich, and he's paying rent. He orders everything else," continued John, sitting on his knees. And exhaling. They had only placed two rows, and he already felt the need to run. His muscles didn't like this position at all, on his ankles and so bent over.

He stretched, groaned... And saw one of the men entering a room and closing behind. Then, John sighed and returned to the work Bruno had continued.

"Hrmphh. What's the deal with that house?" he asked, giving another plank to the Elephant who installed it and showed him how to put the weight all over it.

"Dunno, just a new rich guy that's coming in town. Your dad has the details, but it's a juicy contract. If we don't fuck up, Hal said we'll have three year worth of contract," answered his mentor with that devious grin. But to John, it meant nothing, and so he stood puzzled until the Elephant corrected him.

"It's fucking good. We barely got any contracts in Oakridge last years, few remodeling. That place isn't good for business."

"Don't tell me," answered the Bull laconically, remembering the days lollygagging without anything to do but to stay with Norb'. He had walked so many times around the city with the hope of something happening: like a fucking mall popping out of nowhere. His mother never allowed him to take the bus to another town. "That place is good as dead."

"Heh, not so dead as it seems," chuckled the rough man, before giving a tiny jab to the Bull's side and adding, "Go take a breather, I feel you antsy."

"I'm not," retorted the Bull, his mouth contorting in a grimace... But his body was begging for a change of posture.

"Yes, you are. You're hiding it better than I did," commented back the elephant, straightening himself. "Plus, I forgot my water bottle. Go walk around, see the boys, and come back with water, good?"

To this, the Bull nodded and stood up, instantly feeling and enjoying the release of tension before he jumped over the glue and outside the chamber.

His legs felt warmer, his arms so... But it was his back that burned as he walked around the house. The whole structure had been built with three defined spots. It had the living room at the center, with a bay window leading to the backyard filled with more material. On the right side, where he had been, were the bedrooms and supposedly the bathroom with another separate restroom.

And on the other side was the kitchen, leading to the garage and a small utility room.

That place was nice and enjoyable. And it was John's opinion, but watching all those men around certainly made him more of an eye candy. However, he didn't know where would be the water bottles for Bruno... He could go outside, but it wouldn't help if he took someone's bottle and not a free one.

And so, he approached the kitchen through the living room. If there were any, it was probably here. Instead, what he saw was Leo drinking on his knees. The Cheetah stood by a Rhino, working on a plug, while the cat kept thrusting his hips back and forth. But both men were clothed, and Leo was clearly into imitating a scene as if he held someone by the neck, grinning and chuckling.

"And so, she pegged him with the full thing inside an- Hey, John!" explained the Feline, only to stop his movement and turn to the young bull.

"Hey, Leo. Again talking about porn?" asked the lad, making all three laugh for a good second.

"Heh, a pervert has to own up. Sorry, not sorry. But what can we do, Kid? Bruno already kicked your ass out? You can stay with us, promise we don't bite," chuckled the Cheetah again, shaking his partner's shoulder, who gruffly grunted and rejected the hand. Well, there was a reason for it since the guy was working on cablings... But the Cheetah never struck John as OSHA material.

"Not like that. He asked me to fetch him a water bottle, but I don't know where they are. I don't want to steal someone else's. It's like private property," answered the Bull, pulling a face at the danger the Feline represented.

But then, Leo closed the bottle, patted the rhino, and sprung to his feet.

"Good! It's not like we are pressed by time. Don, I'll help the kid," he said, passing the buck to the Rhino. He then slipped a hand behind the Bull's back to usher him outside, right into the blinding daylight and the chaos of items in the front yard.

"What was that scene? Last video you got your hands on? You always have the good stuff," stated John, stretching and joining both hands behind the nape of his neck as they trudged. The place was a trap... But still, they approached one truck that hadn't moved much: dirt had accumulated on it and its wheels. But the tarp looked clean, and cleaner when the cat pulled it away to uncover multiple packs of bottles.

"Hah, nah! Had a fun moment yesterday, and I was saying to Donald how it was. He had a meal with his family, so he missed the big event!"

"The big event?" continued the Bull, taking two bottles from the pack while eyeing Leo... And sitting on the back of the truck. And boy, the cat was now fidgeting.

"Hah! Oh! Yeah, yeah. It was a party where I was invited, not the stuff I expect you to be. Your father told me you have a sweetheart, too?" asked Leo, scratching his neck while looking around.

"Had," sighed John, taking a gulp of lukewarm water. "I guess Hal' didn't tell you I broke up when I got back. Truth... I got in trouble because... We partied too much."

"Ah, so the kid isn't so innocent after all. And that's why you're back. It struck me odd your mom was so antsy, 'got it. You plan to stick around?" asked Leo, glancing at the building. Until now, he hadn't noticed, but John was hearing all the noise and chaos from inside... All the men around, no girls, all idly chatting. Though, there was no trace of his stepfather.

"Until I get kicked out or pay off my loan. Hrmphh... You know, I feel bad for Hal. He is always so nice, the perfect dad, and says he's proud of me. But here, he has to bail me out again." said the Bull, rolling the plastic in his hand. But what he heard was a chuckle from the Cheetah sitting by him. Boy, was the truck rocking from the added weight.

"You'll learn that he's not perfect. And sure he loves you, but if he got you here, it's for another reason. I mean, we're a tight group, you'll see it. But we can't do much without new blood. Oakridge is a dead pond, but that's our place. If we can get our grubby hands onto any young man who wants to prove his worth, we'll do!" stated the Cheetah, with both hands lifted like a kitten on the prowl.

"You know, Leo, there are better ways to motivate me than to say "I'm the last choice"," commented the Bull, though he grinned ear to ear. The construction worker never meant anything bad. He was just a horny idiot with a good heart, and sheer bad luck in bets.

"Hah, that's not what I say. 'Just we are a few, and we should stick together! Hah!" exclaimed Leo, biting his tongue at the sappiness of what he said. "Okay, that's my cue."

And already was he jumping off the truck before he was interrupted, by another question.

"Hmm... Where are the toilets?"

A question that made Leo sigh. But he guided the young lad to a porta potty on the house's left side, near where the driveway would be. Aaaand when the two were close enough for their noses to be assaulted, Leo already turned his back.

"Okay, here it is. There are toilets inside, but that's for the good ol' gentlemen! Use these!" off-handed the Feline, already jumping off and leaving the Bull in front of the blue structure.

John took a step further, was caught in a waft from the thing. And he turned tail, too.

But the Cheetah had disappeared.

"Damn you!"

The lad could have returned to the kitchen, where he was sure to find the Feline again. And he did stomp in that direction. Until he noted the two bottles he was still holding. He grumbled, grunted, but entered the house through the main entrance and went for the bedroom he and Bruno had been working inside.

But... No trace of the Elephant. The slates were still around, no glue had been added onto the ground since John left; The old worker should have left not long after John. Carefully, the Bull placed the two bottles on the wooden floor, then stepped outside in the large corridor to search for Bruno.

He had not seen the man in the front yard, nor the backyard when he got a glimpse of it through the living room. And sure, the Elephant would not be around that damned Feline.

So...

Time to explore. That or to take a leak against the house's walls, but he'd get a smack.

John began his search by following the corridor and opening the first door on his left, right away leading to another bedroom adjacent to the one he had been working in.

There, daylight hit John across the face. Dust had lifted from the ground, forming a cloud occluding the sight and mind. Discarded tools laid here and there, former rests while a form stood guard on a stepladder. A bulky entity, its arms reaching upward as if the heaven with those cruel talons tearing the cables above. For a moment, the Bull considered asking. Or just flee.

Sadly, that entity faced him, with two massive yellow eyes darting at him. Two yellow orbs whose irises contracted and focused on him. Two globes that didn't leave their target as feathers stood up like horns on the man's face, sprung up to threaten.

The big-eyed bird looked at John, John looked at the bird. The electrician scowled, the lad pulled a face.

They looked and locked each other, in the position. A duel of glances, of eyes that checked and gauged who was in front.

"What's the problem?"

Squeeeeeeeeak

The hinges cried out loud until the door closed on the Bull's face. Carefully... John stepped back. And jumped despite seeing a familiar face, Bruno's.

Who stood there with a tilted head and crossed arms, an eyebrow cocked.

"Back? You've been fast... But where are the bottles, Kiddo?" stated the elephant, stepping closer to check the doorknob John still held on. "What's this? Tell me you're not hiding something here. You've seen a ghost?"

To which the bull responded by releasing his grip. He was tense despite not seeing who was inside anymore. And he shook his head, eager to take another step away from that door.

"It's... Eh. Andy surprised me, that's it," he said as he exhaled and passed a hand over his head.

"Hah. Yeah, true, that's his turf. 'Still afraid after all those years? God, that takes me back!" chuckled the Elephant, passing a hand behind his protégée to guide him back to their spot.

However, it stopped with John halting his steps and standing in the middle of the corridor.

"What-" began the Elephant, cut off.

"Sorry to be a bother. But could you point me the toilets? Leo told me those were for gentlemen, but those outside are..." said the Bull, grimacing.

However, the reaction he had from Bruno was surprising: was the Elephant clenching his fist?

"Damn cat," the old man sputtered between his lips. But this cloudy behavior disappeared as he pushed John. Not toward the bedroom but the door where some workers had been huddling around.

"Be quick, and get me that bottle after," added the Elephant, slapping the young Bull's back.

Bruno was walking off when John cut him: "The bottles are already inside."

"Hah, good job. But don't take too long,"

On that "encouragement", John entered what looked to be a partially built bathroom: the walls hadn't been painted or tiled over, except around the shower and toilet; the windows had been placed but not finished; the sink was absent and the plumbing exposed.

Remained, as pieces of importance, the whatnot of the construction: used buckets of paint and discarded planks. All to adorn the wall toilet and the rectangular shower, though plywood had been laid to bare the latter's entrance.

At that moment, it looked suspicious why Leo talked about that place being for gentlemen or Bruno's reaction. But the Cheetah was the kind to mess around.

Still, the lad went for the toilet and answered nature's call. Pants were unzipped, jewels and sausage pulled from the underwear and held carefully, the jet hit the bowl, steam emanated from it, a sigh came from the bull.

Bliss.

"Hhh... Fuck yeah," John grumbled in a low voice, shaking his hips and emptying his bladder, aiming for a tiny spot on the left until it was gone.

The sensation was good. His hangover was almost absent now, and his body so relieved he even forgot about all the noise around. That was divine to feel his groin finally relaxing, easing off all the tension he had built in his jaw and stiff neck.

"Good, right?"

The muffled voice cut through the blissful moment like through butter. It was not a cry or something, more like a whisper coming from nearby. The Bull's eyes darted left and right. The window was closed, the sink absent. He had locked the door, so no one could peep.

Without a word or a sound, the Bull put his junk back in his extensive jockstrap and stepped closer to the shower, lifting the plywood carefully. It was a lightweight plank, and pushing it aside wasn't a big deal. Nor suddenly opening the opaque glass door.

However, behind it was the big deal.

"Hal?!"

"John?!"

Behind it, there was something the Bull never expected to see: his naked stepdad.

No, not only naked. The Wolf was standing on his hind paws, squatting, with his chest bare. His pierced pecs were exposed, his flat belly shaken by the surprise. John could also see Hal's low-hanging apple-sized nuts with ringed weight around them and a three inches red cock poking from the sheath above. He could see that and more: a collar with "Good boy" written on it, a sign "Professional cockcleaner" attached around his neck, and a black blindfold the old Wolf had begun to peel off. Until it was off, and those green eyes blinked back.

And just like Hal', John stood there aghast. But more than that, his jockstrap had to fight hard to keep everything inside... Especially the blunt tip bulging from beneath.

"What- What the fuck are you doing, Hal? Is that what you're doing?" asked John, glancing at the cum-coated fur around his stepdad's mouth. All the while remembering he hadn't seen him since the introduction.

For a moment, he zoned out. He remembered the men crowding the toilet. But also all those nights where men from the crew crashed in their place house to have a drink, but how Hal was always there to... Help them find something in the back.

"T'was my idea to get ya into the swing'of things!" said the Wolf with enough voice to catch the Bull's attention and pull him out of his thoughts. Hal had been talking. But John had missed half of it, and only then did he listen and step closer.

"What? And what about Mom? What would she say about this and the crew?!" asked the young man, blinking.

"S'was into it when I said it last night. Even pegged me real good f-"

"WOH! WOH! WOH! TMI! Too much information!" shouted the Bull, making the pause sign with both hands. And he stepped back, backed, and sat on the toilet, his head in his hands.

Well... Now he knew why his family wanted him gone yesterday.

John grumbled, winced, shook his head. And then sighed. He glanced at his stepdad standing by the shower, bending so he hid his lower body. The old builder had even removed the sign of his neck and looked so... Ashamed with his lowered ears and dropped brows.

"Fuck," muttered John.

God, that was awkward for the Bull. Yet, he beckoned Hal. Who approached, his paws sticking against the dusty ground.

"Rats... Sorry, I sprung on ya that idea and all. 'Seemed fine when I told the crew, they were in." sheepishly answered the Wolf, walking not toward John but a used paint bucked he opened to pull... Clothes from it.

"What are you doing?"

The old wolf's tail was between his legs, probably out of shame, or to hide his ass. Nonetheless, Hal' had everything in his arms: shirt, pants, boots.

"Ah. Ain't going to shame ya more, Kiddo. 'Made a bad bet. I'll drive ya home, we'll get an excuse for your mama." mumbled the Canine, his ears still low. In contrast, John sat there, his arms crossing as he bent a bit forward. Well, it felt awful. He felt awful.

"You wanted it to be a surprise for me?" he asked through his teeth.

"Yeah. It ain't the smart one, right? Gimme time, I'll be good in a jiffy," answered Hal, pointing to the door with his muzzle while heading back toward the shower.

"Fuck..." Grumbled John, his feet hitting the ground like a broken spring, his eyes wandering on the dirty floor and the multiple tracks, many of all types and sizes. "Fuck! Wait!"

The shout did have its effect, and Hal stopped at the edge of John's vision, surprised.

"What's this? I told ya it'd be fine. I'm clothed, we go home, I tell your mama, and we get ya going on something." stated Hal.

But John shook his head and beckoned him with a wave of the hand.

For a moment, the old man stopped, his face still. But did as asked and approached. Although his composure... It had cracked.

"I ain't got more to say. God forbids, that was a bad idea. Truth you are angry, but what'd'ya want from old me?"

At that moment, John could have laughed and cried. When he was a kid, he truly hated the guts of that brave guy who had come into their lives. But now, he saw him shaking and entirely abashed. Those green eyes didn't deserve to be so awful to look at. He never expected or desired to witness Hal ashamed, not anymore.

And John stood up, overshadowing his stepfather. His body was large, so were his fists. But he embraced the old man, pressing the Canine's snout against his chest.

"What the-"

"That was awkward as heck, Hal. But I'm not angry..." he said, then chuckled. "Okay, a bit because you made me think about my mom pegging you. But I'm not angry, not at you. I'm sorry if I gave you this impression."

"'Am Sorry for being an idiot," commented the Wolf, definitely relaxing against his step-son.

"Nah, you're no stupid... It was kinda hot, and nice of you. It's a tad weird to bang my stepdad. Warn me before you make me walk onto your naked ass being blasted."

"I'll do. Ain't it a mess?"

"Yeah, a big old mess." answered the Bull, prosaic. Before he felt a finger prodding his belly.

"Nah, I mean ya junk."

John's eyes opened wide. He released his embrace immediatly, grasping his stepfather's shoulders to keep him away as he looked down. And yes, his jockstrap was again bursting at the seam, the flared tip visible through the damp textile.

And above that, Hal now laughed his ass off, walking away. John, as expected, put his hand over his groin, trying to fit everything into his pants until...

FLUMP!

With a glance, he saw Hal had thrown everything back into the paint bucket. Followed shortly by the small man clasping his hands. But at no time did he stop laughing.

"Hal! Be serious!"

"Imma be real serious with ya, Kiddo," stated the Wolf as he strutted closer and pushed against the Bull's chest, forcing John to step back and sit on the toilet.

"Ya freaked me out ugly, 'thought you'd be against for half a sec," continued Hal. "But that ain't the case. But ya don't want to feel bad, ashamed and all, right?"

The Bull observed the Wolf's fingers prodding his chest. Hal had regained his composure, and a bit of spunk with that. But beyond that, he didn't move closer. No, he gave the time for the Bull to think with only a cocked eyebrow to keep questioning.

"Yes, I don't want to hurt anyone. Not Mom, the others, or you," mumbled the Bull, scratching his muzzle.

"Kid... John," started Hal, smiling genuinely. "Everyone's okay with it, they know. Ya mama, the crew... And I ain't be hurting 'less my step-son is'ashamed of me."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah. Ya not my blood but I reckon ya're my son." answered the Canine, his voice low, with now both hands on his hips. And chuckling: "Sorry, I'm bad with mushy stuff."

"Heh, that's fine. Then... Okay. Just... I don't want to imagine my Mom an-"

"Loud 'n clear!" confirmed the Wolf, raising both hands. Before lowering them and pointing with the left index. "Tell ya what, now. Here, ya ain't my son but my employee, another lad. There's no Hal, no Dad, no stepdad, nothin'. Just boss, got it?"

"Yes Ha- Boss! Yes, Boss!"

"Good lad!"

And with that, the Wolf knelt by the toilet between the Bull's legs. His clawed hands, working expertly, were onto the thighs to keep them apart.

His cold muzzle already pushed against the Lad's stretched jockstrap, nuzzling it.

"Now, let ya boss show how to handle stiffies," said the Wolf with such innuendo it made the Bull's cock throb.

With a sigh, John reclined and pressed his back against the wall, giving that slutty Canine more room to use. Those white digits carefully peeled the jockstrap off until its content sprung to life like a mast. 10 inches long, black as ebony at the base, with a median ring demarcating the separation with the pinkish tip. The skin glistened in the light from sweat, precum, and a bit of urine. But none of those details bothered the Canine as he ogled the flattened tip with an interested expression.

"Careful with the tee-th... Hmphh!" exclaimed John, feeling his Boss's mouth breath onto the shaft before a long tongue extended and went to collect the sweat at the base of the cock. A tongue that then moved up, pulling along the stretched foreskin, teasing the sensitive skin. In its path, the appendage collected the fluids marring the skin and giving it all its flavor while groans of pleasure came from both men.

Especially from John, his back pressed against the wall. His left hand hovered above Hal's head, just in case, but the other was on the nape of his own neck. His body relaxed, his legs spread... And more than that, he enjoyed the warm tongue delicately stroking his dick. It pulled on the skin, dragged on the folds at the base of his dick. And its touches, its caresses, were so intense. It was still licking, but way better than his ex.

His St- His Boss knew how to handle dicks, knew how to please them. That tongue was merely on the underside, but the touch was... Like sparks of sensations, intense bursts of pleasure crawled up John's groin and spine whenever that tip lashed and explored. More so when it circled that corona or the median ring, both spots sending shivers through the Bull's legs.

His toes curled, he bit his lips, his horns almost scraped the wall. But then... Boss moved, his mouth no longer circling the shaft. The Canine moved his head back, breathed down on the throbbing cocktip. His jaw opened, his tongue stretched.

And in a matter of seconds, the entire mast, the whole 10 inches slipped inside that mouth. Ten massive inches, wide and a mouthful, slipped. Between those tight lips, careful teeth, moist mouth, eager throat in a concert of gurgle and moans from the canine who seemed to enjoy himself so much.

With one eye half-closed, John looked at his Boss. He noticed the eyes wandering onto him but also the hand up above, then back at him as if expecting something.

And though he felt his legs weak and his groin's heat flaring up, the Bull... Grinned.

"Yeah, choke on a real man's dick," he said with a growling voice, imitating a tone he had heard before. His hand lowered, grabbed his boss by the short hair. And dragged him down right as he was in the middle of bobbing up, keeping the Wolf impaled.

Just... Where he should be.

John sighed and growled. But below, his Boss moaned and gurgled with his pretty throat clenching around the cocktip and the upper part of the dick. Even that Slut's tongue had slipped out to give those balls a cleaning.

But John... Nah, he wasn't happy with that, it wasn't enough. He may have been heaving and huffing, bordering on the climax. But he bit his lips, clenched his thighs... And moved.

One thrust, two, three. Soon, the Bull was no longer sitting on the toilet but rather using the nape of his Boss' neck and the wall as an awkward support to thrust inside. He couldn't lower much without feeling his footing slipping, but... It was enough to swab that throat. It was enough for him to feel the same inch being squeezed and thrust, to have the Canine's chin rubbing his scrotum. Or have those fingers play with his taint.

His Boss' hands had entirely abandoned his thighs, instead playing with all his groin. The nose and some digits pushed against the pubes, pulled on the sack, circled the soft warm and fuzzy spot in his taint. It made everything more difficult for the huffing Bull, unable to pull his Dad back.

"Hrmphh! Here! H- Have it all!" he growled through his teeth.

And by it all.

John gave the Canine a full thrust. He pushed against the wall, recovered his footing for half a second. He used both hands to hold onto the Wolf's head while, with his thumbs and indexes, he rubbed the canine's fluttering ears. He watched them flop and stand around while Hal closed his eyes. The Canine clenched them shut when the thrust changed: growing stronger and aggressive. Until John pulled the median ring way past the lips.

And pushed. The Bull pushed again, once more, ceaselessly, endlessly, boundless, constant. He growled and grunted, he heaved and sighed; all the while, he listened to the poor Canine's gurgling noises increasing in intensity the moment the heavy ballsack hit that busy chin.

"Hhhh-... here! Here! It comes!" shouted the Bull, his nostrils dilating. He had been keeping himself despite his cocktip burning with envy and his balls clenching.

But no more... His legs tensed. His arms locked to keep his dick inside his Boss' hungry mouth, with only his thumbs circling and stroking the ears. His head thrown back, air escaped his nostrils.

It... That was it. The heat, the release, the pressure disappearing from within his groin as fluids poured within Hal's throat in a deafening silence... If not for the audible deglutition of that throat doing what it was done for. Until the sound stopped and John released his grip, and both men fell back: Hal on his backside and elbow; John on the toilet and wall.

Both inhaled, both breathed, both exhaled in that moment of afterglow. Even beyond the door, the sound from the other workers had dulled.

For an instant, it felt like nothing could happen. Except for John's laugh to happen as he saw Hal's blissful expression, with some cum dripping at the corner of the mouth... And a cock as stiff and red as a red rocket.

"Haha- Oh... Fuck. That- That-" mumbled John through his laugh.

"Nothing ain't like experience, Lad," answered Hal with a coarse voice. The canine then coughed, hit his chest, and resumed. "'Reckon there are more waiting for their turns."

And from the lack of sound, it was probable the others were either listening or waiting for their turn. But... John didn't want the moment to end like this. He stood up, feeling the tension built up in his calves. And he offered Hal a hand, one the elder Wolf eagerly took.

"But lad, did ya surprise old me with- Hmph?" continued the Boos, mirthful, and stopped.

John's other hand had reached between Hal's legs to rub that shaft against the palm and those balls within the digits. And it seemed the lad wasn't inclined to let it go, especially when he walked around the boss... Until he stood behind the canine, with his index, middle finger, and thumb holding the stiff cock.

"Sorry, but I want to reward such a good boy," breathed the Bull against that collar.

"Attah, lad, what-"

"Shhh," stopped the Bull, breathing directly at the canine's ear. He blew it, watched the tip waver a moment before those two ears dropped and Hal's tail stilled.

For John, this was the moment to strike. Or rather stroke. He held the tiny dick with his middle finger and thumb in a pincher while his index moved near the glans and the frenum. And he caressed. Steadily, carefully, the Bull massaged the ridiculous cock while the third digit sometimes brushed the skin, stroked the sensitive tip.

With each stroke, the canine whimpered, and his tail whipped. But Hal didn't move or try to escape... Despite the overwhelming sensation, as seen by the contorting face, clenching jaw, and weakening footing.

"Do you like it? When I play with your tiny dicklet?" asked John, again with his voice gruff.

"H- Hhh," the Canine heaved, unable to answer with his mouth shut.

But this didn't make the Bull stop. No, it encouraged him as he slipped the other hand on the Canine's waist, holding and helping him to stay standing. All the while, his breath was back onto that neck, shuffling the carefully brushed hair and teasing the skin below.

"I know, Boss. You never use it much... It's so tiny, I can hardly see it," egged on the Bull. The index moved, danced against the frenum and the corona. It pushed against the skin until it was at the edge of the urethra.

There, the red skin took such a delicious purple shade. Precum dripped from it, warm and watery. The liquid oozed and coated the index with each circle around. For each rotation, each pass edging it, the canine nearly jumped and whimpered. And so, Hal's jaw was more tense, and his eyes shut.

The Boss wouldn't say it... But John...

"Let's help ya, good boi," he whispered, feeling the Canine's tail brush against his legs.

To reward Hal, John picked up the pace with his middle finger and thumb, steadily halting the index. But he remained careful. Even so, he pinched enough foreskin to drag it along his movement, up and down. Up and down tenderly, not to displease the sensitive Canine's shaft with a sudden acceleration... But not too slow, or there would be no peak.

John edged his boss, kept him riding that intense moment at the limit of the orgasm. He watched the old Pup moan and whine. The tail swept, the ears danced, the sounds were higher and higher.

Until John gave in.

"Go for it."

The Bull's fingers no longer limited themselves, gave that small cock a little push: less than half a second, during which he moved faster and pressed his index against the frenum.

And... John felt the throb, the shiver, the long-winded whimper. All that preceded the jet of cum shooting from that shaft. One that could have hit the wall if not for the Bull aiming down the bowl. It was still a large shot, followed by many more of varying intensity... Of varying strength, much like the Canine's wobbly legs.

For a moment that kept extending, Hal heaved like a beast of burden. His dick no longer spewed, but John still handled and squeezed it until nothing more spurted from the tip. The tiny red dick was sore, but the Canine endured. Until the hand on his waist peeled off.

Hal caught the Lad's hand, held it down against his waist.

John and Hal turned to face one another, their muzzle a few inches apart. Their eyes locked, their breath almost in sync. But John gave a peck on the left cheek.

"Thanks. That was a good surprise, Hal," he said, now positively gleaming.

"Heh," the wolf chuckled, releasing the hand and taking an uncertain step back, pleased to face the Bull. "When you want, Ki- Lad."

Both noticed the slip, with Hal reaching to cover his mouth while his ears almost lay flat. But John, already at the door, stopped... Then laughed. And sighed.

"You're a weird Dad, Hal."

He opened the door, instantly to be met with all the crew standing by, with no exception. Even Andy was there.

Although, it was Leo who spoke first: "Fuck, that was so corn-" WHACK!

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"That's a wrap, lads! See ya tonight for the game! Bruno, crackers duties!"

The old Wolf walked through the new worksite with a grin. The weather had been nice, with a tiny breeze during the breaks. The foundations for that new house were coming along fine. Everything was on time and, perhaps, tiny perhaps, with an advance. With the new contract, everything looked good.

Much like his plugged ass, feeling the massive toy stretch his guts and attire the gazes as he strutted to his truck, hands in his pockets. The phone was there, paper and pen, glasses, his key-... A frown appeared on his face as he rummaged the pockets for his keys: left, right, backside, breast pocket.

"Rats, ain't losing my marb-" FWEET!

A high-pitched whistle caught the Canine's attention, pulling him from his check to glance at the source. His truck was on the street, and a dun-furred hand outstretched to beckon him.

"No, ya cunt!" shouted Hal, running to his car with a grin despite the expletive. His steps were bouncy as he went full-throttle and hit the door at full speed. He leaned over the window to see his step-son grinning stupidly at him. "'Reckon I told not to take the truck!"

It wasn't a scolding since both gleamed at one another. Swiftly, the old man entered the car and plopped on the seat, only to be grabbed by the chin into a quick kiss with his step-son.

Everything was better for everyone since John had joined the crew. He was fast, nice, and knew how to handle the taxes and contracts. Even their relationship with his mother had improved, making the house more comfortable... Although tonight she was out with a friend. Leaving the two men "alone".

The quick peck soon turned into a full Frenchie, John's large tongue prodding his mouth and teasing him before they broke apart. The Bull leaned back, their mouths joined by a tread of saliva that cut once the lad spoke: "Sorry, Dad, but I want the sweetest lips in town all for me on the way home."

John even giggled as he unzipped the front of his jeans, revealing he had been going commando all day. And revealing that massive sweaty cock.

"Be a good bitch. And I won't tell Mom you've been to work with her panties."

Everything was better.