This Can't Be Bleach, It Smells Better
The washer buzzed sharply announcing the end of its spin cycle to the quiet house. Down the hall, the dark behemoth rolled over, wincing from the morning light piercing through his window. William growled and groaned, wanting a few more minutes sleep, no more than three hours anyway. Unfortunately, he was already too roused to do anything but try and get the day started. Slowly he rolled out of bed and hefted his round gut easily across the room, scratching blissfully at it and feeling the tight muscle beneath the soft layer of padding.
Will could feel the cool air blowing around his cock head but really couldn't be bothered to adjust his boxers before he had coffee, so he just let the hooded head slap against his thigh. It made a dull thump down the hall as the dog stumbled toward the kitchen, never really one to have morning wood despite his more than healthy libido. Instead it just dribbled a bit of warm pre down his leg while he served himself a cup of coffee from the waiting carafe.
That was the most convenient part of having a son old enough to drink coffee: there was always a fresh brew when William had a late morning. He sipped slowly at the dark liquid, strong, full-bodied and brisk like himself, and sighed heavily, ignoring the first crash of flimsy metal from down the hallway. The bitter brew was exactly what the meaty canine needed, coursing through his body, waking the thick muscles writhing across his body until another slam of metal finally caught the rottweiler off guard.
Wandering back down the hall, Will abandoned his mug and peeked into the laundry room, the only place that could provide such a particular timbre of metal on metal. He was ready to bark out a rebuke but when he saw his son bent over, shoving his things clumsily into the dryer he lost his train of thought. He just watched as the strong young dog wagged his stub tail back and forth and the tight blue briefs hugging his ass shifted little by little with each wag.
The whole picture was a bit mesmerizing: the tight, sculpted muscles of a generously afforded young rump, the twisting sinew of a strong back and thick, potent legs. Will was as proud of himself as he was of his son, knowing his genes were the base of all that raw handsome, after all. He didn't even bother to fight the erection stirring in his boxers as his son stretched down deeper, adjusting something or another and stretching the already thin fabric across the mounds of his backside, pulling the folds and creases away and making a flat display of the little bit of cloth.
"Hey, boy," the enticed father finally said once his son pulled back from the maw of the machine and reached over to get another armful of wet clothes out of its partner. "A bit early to be doing chores, don'tcha think? At least, to be doin' loud ones."
Arthur nearly leaped out of his fur, dropping his clothes on the floor and wheeling around to face his not-usually-stealthy father. "Don't sneak up on me like that, dad!" he barked, heaving a big sigh that made his neatly chiseled pecs rise and fall suddenly. "Isn't it too early to be sneaking around?"
The dark furred athlete could have said anything as far as William might have heard. He was too busy watching the way his son's fur spilled down the lines of his well defined muscles, the sheen of it in the dull light of the ceiling lamp. The curve of each of the young rottweiler's abs kept drawing him downward until he lost himself in the beautiful bulge. The cloth stretched lewdly over the obvious shapes of his cock and the heavy balls sagging into the blue pouch. The bulge was terribly inviting, shifting back and forth against the folds of its soft cotton confines.
Big paws pushed against William's chest, shoving him back enough to rock him out of his daze. "Take your boner somewhere else, you perv. I have to get my laundry done. I have someplace to be tonight," Arthur insisted, laughing softly before he bent down to gather up his clothes again.
Of course, the dirty old man wasn't going to be so easily deterred. Will dropped his paw on his son's head and snickered down at him. "Aww, after all that time I spent taking care of you when you had your leg busted you're gonna push your old man away?" He knew how pungent his crotch must have been: the precum spilling down his rising flesh and the clean sweat built up overnight was rich and musky. All the more reason to gently grind his cock against the pup's face.
This wasn't their first time since the couch but it was the first time William really intended to get the most out of it. He'd sucked and stroked and taken and now he was really coveting that tight body now kneeling under his churning, pent up balls. Artie always resisted but it was more a token of his old bravado than any real distaste for his father's lurid attention. Still, the old dog had to be careful. He liked the fun but he really didn't want to force himself on the boy. Of course, some opportunities were hard to pass up no matter what.
"Get off me!" the younger dog shouted before gargling on a mouthful of his father's precum-slicked balls fallen out of the gap in his underwear made by his hardening dick, washing his tongue with the salty-sweet flavour of arousal. He pushed William back again, standing then wiping his lips sloppily with his wrist. "God, don't you think about anything but sex?"
More foreplay in the form of half-meant insults. He was just as oversexed as his father. Probably more so thanks to the testosterone pumping through him thanks to his age and training regimen. So he wasn't really surprised when he felt the powerful weight of his father's frame pushing him against the dryer. "Like you do? Come on, boy; if you can't make me get off you what are those big college scouts gonna think."
The bigger dog growled lustily and pressed his muzzle against his son's neck. A quick nip and a long rasp of his tongue were just enough to make him moan out loud. Luckily Artie had the same weak spots his father did. A hard suck on his neck and a tight grip on his ass cheeks were enough to melt enough of his resistant facade and letting his horny core shine through. Heavy panting filled the air as William worked his teeth carefully through Arthur's fur, letting his paws wander over the younger canine's pulsing muscles.
More heated breaths and the awkward thumps of the dryer shifting under their combined weight added to the chaos of their body pounding against each other. William's massive, steely erection pressed firmly into his son's still soft crotch flesh, grinding deeper savouring the fattening feeling of the young Rottweiler's shaft against his own as their juices swapped back and forth. Wet warmth seeping into both layers of fabric, dragging long strings of the clear fluid as balls and cocks slid back and forth and juggled each other loosely.
"So what do you say, kid? Let an old perv get his rocks off?"
Will pushed himself an arm's length from his beefy son without loosening his grip on his waist, and grinned at his face before scanning down to his crotch: the azure briefs turned dark with their wild, stick stain, the dark skin showing though the thinned cloth. It was throbbing desperately and the foreskin was obviously rolled back by the shape it cast in the clinging tent jutting so far from his groin. Arthur grinned back wickedly and wagged his little black stub of a tail.
"Sure, dirty old man. Turn around."
"I don't think you get it, boy," said the thick bellied dog as he shifted his paws to grasp around his son's wrists. It was all too easy in his surprise to flip him over; slamming his hardon against the top of the dryer while he yanked the dripping wet leg of his boxers the rest of the way into open air. A foot of dogmeat bobbed around in the humid little room from that hiked fabric, making his scent stronger in the air. Grinding deeply, William's precum slimed sloppily into the backside of Artie's underwear. Wetting it copiously as he pushed the smaller canine against the wall, William finally tugged that pretty, slick pair of briefs aside and reached in to smear his precum around the tight, virgin hole hidden underneath.
Thick fingers swirled, dragging out low earthy moans from the pinned male, and stretched slowly at the underused passage. With all the pre gushed across his ass, they didn't have to press too hard for the ring to give way, stretching little by little, continuing the chorus of grunts and groans. Will relished it. He basically humped his boy while giving him the merciful and quite necessary fingering he needed to be ready for the fat cock not-so-patiently waiting its turn. His meaty digits probed for that sensitive spot right away as if promising that any discomfort he was gonna feel would be rewarded just so and each little twitch of it made Arthur shift like a puppet. The boy would make a good switch yet.
"Turn on the machine," he said to Arthur quickly between thrusts of his knuckles. It was that same voice he'd gotten from the writhing Rottweiler every time he had sucked his cock: not quite a command but certainly not a suggestion. Just a fact that the dryer needed to be on. It took a while for the dog stretched wide around three of his father fingers to grope for the dials and buttons but eventually the whole thing thrummed, making Artie moan loud again.
The vibrations of the tumbling device coursed through him, rubbing its smoothed edge up and down his pinned cock to replace the hot wet fingers extracting themselves from the last knuckle. "Relax, kid, this is harder than it looks," William said gently before arranging his paws to hold Artie and his sopping wet, drippy, stained briefs as well as his slick, shining hole invitingly open and aim his cock against that loosened but still barely virgin hole. Suddenly he shoved forward, earning a sharp yell and a swung elbow but the big Rottweiler wasn't going to be denied at this point.
He grabbed his sons arms and pinned him against the gyrating dryer again, shoving harder and harder, getting a little more of his shaft in each time. The two of them growled and grunted in cacophonous unison, never matching but always together as the hot folds of Arthur's body wrapped themselves around his father's cock, wet sloppy noises nearly drowned out underneath the knocking sounds of the dryer drum. Slap after heavy, hard slap slammed into Artie's hips, bring an ever improving balance of ache and pleasure. The young dog pushed against the restraint but with his ass lanced as it was he couldn't do anything but shove that cock deeper inside him and get spanked by those wrecking balls swinging between his father's legs. It was harsh and brutish but really he couldn't have taken it any other way.
Arthur growled hard and deep with each pass of Will's thick tool, every inch now a blissful, wet train of pleasure charging through him as their lust dripped down his legs and pooled in a little shiny puddle on the floor. More and harder seemed to be the motto that morning, coffee left forgotten and laundry certainly on hold until they got their fill. The older dog piled his weight on, using every bit of leverage he had to get himself balls deep, filling that poor tight tunnel with his warm precum and his massive dong. As he drew closer to his finish, he leaned down wrapping his teeth around his son's shoulder, tugging Arthur with his whole body into each thrust.
The old canine was certainly pent up, howling through the pleasure of his sudden release, his batter crashing into the son he made with it like a flood, splattering back at him around the tight plug of his cock in a messy plume of white. He groaned and thrust it in deeper, really sowing his seed as if the young man needed it all the way in his gut. Artie just shivered and bit his lips, taking his first load of fresh cream up the ass. He would never admit that he liked it but it really felt good, thick and gooey crawling up and down his whole, matching that full feeling his father's dick had given him and improving on the heat that his precum had radiated. This wasn't something for his little fan club that followed him to the dark corner of the locker room though. None of them would be big enough after taking this monster.
Besides, he had an image to maintain and taking up the ass just wouldn't mesh with it. No this was his dad's job. In these moments the old dog was to let him go at that strong, cushy ass as hard as he wanted and to fill him up with his hot cream. No need for lovey-dovey bullshit that his toys and admirers at school wanted. Just raw lust and hot, thick cum. Of course, the big man was too eager to oblige, his signature load lasting too long even for him. After a bit, with a sloppy 'POP!' he pulled out and had to finish unleashing his seed up and down Artie's back, painting long stripes from the back of his head to his cum-stained underwear. William laughed as he watched his son turn from black to white and stroked himself fast and hard to keep himself cumming as long as he could.
In the end though, he wasn't quite able to get every inch, ending up with a web of sticky nut all over his son, even between his ears and dribbling down his brows but not a good even coating. "A few more of those and you'll actually be pretty good at that," he teased, rubbing the cum deeper into his head fur before he made to walk away.
What he didn't know was that he had brought his son right to the edge so in a flash of goo and muscle, Artie turned around, jerking his cock through the hole in his briefs and howled himself, firing off a massive stream of his seed. The hot jizz caromed off his nose, splattering over an eye that barely closed in time and managed to pool in an ear before the second one came. William tried to dodge and back away but he was already caught in the volley and once he understood what was happening he embraced it, opening his mouth and letting it land where it would. The salty taste was familiar and no less spectacular than the last time he had it gathering in his mouth. Hot and heavy and potent he gulped it down between shots until he was painted from face to crotch like his son was painted head to ass.
"Fuck..." Artie finally sighed, squeezing out the last ounce or so into his paw then wiping it on the seat of his dad's shorts. "If you're gonna force me to give you blowjobs when I fuck you the least you could do is give me a reach-around, dad. God, don't you know the etiquette of creepy, laundry room incest?"
Will laughed heartily and licked his muzzle for more spunk. The boy caught him. No denying it. "Alright, alright. Just for that: what do you want for breakfast?" he offered turning to resume his no longer needed cup of coffee.
He hardly got out of the little room before he felt a tight grip on his ass and a cock pressed between his cheeks. "Nah I don't have time, gotta take another shower. But how about you let me give you some sausage when I get back?"
"Learn to make a good pun, boy."