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Fathers Day for Two Daddies

By BunnyBoy

This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to BunnyBoy.

Warning the story contains sexual encounters between adult males and male cubs. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy

"Umm... But what would we get Daddy and Poppa," whispers Adara. "I never had a Father's Day before, and with two to get something for, I'm twice as confused." The little lizard frowns at his brothers.

Marshel smiles and walks up with a large Tupperware type container filled with crayons, scissors, construction paper, and glitter. "Well, first things first, we have to make Daddy and Papa cards," says the chubby little mole.

Jeremy nods. "Yep, it's lots more fun to make cards than buy them... Lots of things they don't put in those cards at the store."

The little bat nods and admits it's messy but fun; cutting out the shapes, gluing them onto the paper and writing out just how he feels. In the end, the boys both rush off to hide the cards in the last place anyone would find them; somewhere in those seldom used bedrooms of theirs. And then back to the kitchen table to clean up.

Ron sits in the living room watching TV and tries his best not to spy on the boys. He promised them their privacy and he wants to follow that rule. But he really wants a sneak peak; the little devils always make something nice.

"All done, Papa," they chorus after cleaning the table. "Can we go now?" said Marshel, the little mole, obviously eager to be on their way, but the other boys are just as excited to go gift shopping.

The boys had the big canvas shopping bag they'd pooled their allowance for weeks, and like always, he'd promised to take them to the mall. The Dalmatian chuckles and nods. "Yes, we can go, but I get to pick the music." The boys giggle. Papa always said stuff like that, but he always put in a cd they all could like. It wasn't a long drive to the mall. In truth it wasn't much of a mall; maybe a dozen or so shops. They had put in that new restaurant near by maybe the kids would let him stop in there for lunch.

The kids were all chattering to each other. Before they go into that air-conditioned temple to over-spend, the Dalmatian stops them. "Now you boys are gift shopping, so I won't be in the store with you. I'll be right outside. I know you want it to be a surprise, so I'm putting a lot of trust in you boys. If I catch any of you acting out, being rude, or anything like that, it's a spanking right here and then straight home, and none of you will be back here for a month at least. Remember, this is a privilege. Now be careful, don't speak to strangers, keep track of your money and if anyone makes you nervous or scared, you and your brothers are to come get me, I'll be nearby. Do you all understand?" He waits as the boys all nod their assent. "Good, let's go then."

They step into the mall and the boys let the cool air wash over them. They then walk with purpose, past the pizza place, skipping Wireless Hut and the cell phone dealer, and straight into Shower and Fur Works. Ron takes a seat on one of the tiled planters and looks in passed the big glass windows, watching the little knot of cubs as they wander the displays. He wonders if the boys are actually going to buy anything there. From past practice, half the stops will be fake outs, the boys not wanting to let on what they might have bought and where.

They hit several more stores on the way. The boys all pass on the video game outlet, but scan through the book store. They swing into Goth Subject and other similar trendy gift shops and the Dalmatian hopes the lads aren't trying to buy any of the raunchy gags the stores have in there. The mix lot of cubs then swing into the custom tee shirt place, skip the shoe store, but they do dive into the hippy place. With longing eyes, all three slowly pass the toy store and push on and so forth for close to an hour and a half. Finally, the boys are all done smiling up at Ron with those cat-who-caught-the-canary grins of little boys with secrets. "Okay, you three. Since I don't see any mall security guards on the way, I'm going to take it on faith that you all behaved. So I figure we can go someplace special for lunch. My treat."

The boys whisper back and forth as they head out to the car. He can hear snippets of conversations too. "... Don't think the smell is too...," "... lists a flavor, so it's gotta be edible...," "... would fit better without the...," "... I can't believe the clerk thought that Adara..."

***

Max chuckles as he unbuttons his shirt. "You're so nosey dear. We'll find out what those scamps are up to in the morning." With his pants off, he slides into bed, snuggling up to the puppy. It'll only be them tonight; the boys plan to spend the night in Adara's room, since they want to get up before the adults.

"Oh, I just hope they didn't get into trouble," says Ron, leaning into his husband. "Silly, I would have heard something in the mall, but I worry."

"So how was that bread restaurant? Were the boys good?" says the indulgent weasel.

"Oh, the restaurant was lovely; it had this nice open feel to it. The boys were a little disappointed the meals didn't come with a toy, but everyone found something they liked" The weasel cuddles close and kisses him on the forehead. "You'll have to take me some time, hon."

Ron kisses him back. "It's a date."

Max smiles, "So any Idea what the boys have planned for tomarrow?"

Ron just shakes his head. "Nope, but knowing those scamps the actual presents won't matter, It'll still be a wonderfull morning"

***

"Okay, everyone know their parts?" asks Jeremy as the bat slides waffles into the toaster. Even though it's a special occasion, the boys know better than to touch the stove without one of their Fathers standing watching. And since that would negate the fun of this morning they make do with what they can.

Marshel chews on an extra piece of toast as he butters the others. "Of course. We know what to do, we've been practicing."

Adara pours coffee into the identical coffee cups, each one-labeled '1/2 of the world's best dad'. "Umm, Papa likes it with cream and sugar, right? But Daddy likes just two sugars."

"Nope, other way around," says the bat as he sets up the plates of waffles. "And Papa gets blue berry syrup and maple for Daddy." The plates are set out on individual serving trays; waffles, toast, slices of melon, tall glasses of orange juice and steaming hot coffee. The trays are then set on a wheeled cart the boys borrowed from the garage and cleaned up before covering with a white sheet.

With the breakfast ready, the three naked boys quickly get into costume and take their places. Adara dresses himself up like a waiter as best he can wearing a button up white shirt and a little white apron, which hides the fact that he's wearing nothing but panties underneath. The other two slip into costume, sprits themselves with scent, and get into position. As quietly as he can, Adara wheels the cart down the hallway, he opens the door to the master bedroom before pushing the cart inside.

Ron, who had been awake but just lying there with his eyes closed, not only pretending to sleep for when the boys come in but also enjoying the feeling of the morning. He sits up as the door opens. He shook Max awake, smiling as the little red lizard pushes the cart over to the foot of the bed. "My, my, Adara, you certainly look spiffy today."

"Why thank you, father," he says with a smile, standing up straight. "I'm here to make your morning is as wonderful as you've made so many of ours, so I've been told to give you this first though." He turns back to the cart and bends over low, deliberately showing the two adults in bed his new panties, soft and black with a pattern of bombs sporting lit fuses leading to the word "BANG" stretched across his firm little butt cheeks. Before either foster parent can react, he stands back up, handing them each a present and three homemade cards one from each boy. In spite of the family's attitude towards sex, these cards aren't anything that would stand out. They were mostly just thanking them for making each feel like he's part of a real family again.

Max smiles and Ron sniffs, wiping at his eyes. "Oh, Adara, sweetie, we love you so much." Both grown ups reach out and pull the lizard in close for a tight hug. "You boys are what realy make this a happy home." The dog and weasel start into the gift wrapped boxes. On top of each one is a T-shirt with a simple design and though the last word differs on each shirt, the sentiment is the same. "The best seat in the house is daddy's lap." Below that, there are some bottles, "hand" lotions in scents that they all enjoy as well as flavored lubricants.

"Where did you buy these?" asks Max, a little worried.

Adara giggles and smooths down his apron. "The teenagers at the register don't really care what you buy at the store if you giggle like your trying to get away with something." He winks at the daddies. "Plus, I told him I can't wait to try them on my pancakes. Which reminds me..." He picks up the first tray and sets it in front of Max and the second one goes to Ron.

"Oh my, you out did your selves this morning," murmurs Max as he takes a bite of toast. "But where are your brothers?"

He giggles, his little act was working. They hadn't even noticed that Marshel and Jeremy slipped out of the cart and had wormed their way up between the sheets. "Oh, they will be with us shortly. They wanted a little something to eat first." As if it was on cue, because it was, Papa and Daddy feel eager little tongues on their sheaths, coaxing these wonderful organs to come out of their shells for a little oral attention.

"Ohhhh, why you little...," Ron groans softly. He reaches for the covers when Adara swats his paw.

"No, no, no, Papa, that's your after breakfast treat. No touching till the meal is done. Now finish every bite. You'll need your energy." It's not too distracting. The boys just snuggle in; gently and teasingly kissing their fathers' now throbbing erections. They keep Daddy and Papa hard and ready while letting the grownups finish their meal, and finish it they do in between their gasps and moans. The adults manage to wolf down every bite, leaving crumb-covered plates and drained glasses. The grownups are shuddering; the boys have been teasing them so long they look fit to burst. "Very good, now let me clear this all up," says the lizard, his own cock tenting up his apron as he gathers up the plates. At those words, the kid gloves come off. Little paws grip the grownups thighs, pulling them closer as warm wet lips engulf those turgid members. Little heads start to bob, slurping their way up and down their parental rods. As Adara pushes the cart out the door, he winks to his fathers, both now gripping at the sheets heads thrown back as their tortured jewels fill hungry muzzles attached to demented cubby vacuums.

Jeremy is the first to pull back, getting himself into a kneeling positing on the bed before tossing off the covers. He smiles, his face and chin smeared with Papa's spunk. The bat is mostly nude, wearing a set of black and red diamond pattern leg warmers and matching fingerless gloves. His little bat chubby peeks out of a pair of black panties covered in little red cherries with his erection straining at the word "POP" printed across the front. "Did we surprise you?"

Ron's hand lashes out, cupping the startled bat behind the head and pulling him into a kiss. He savors this kiss, tasting himself on the boy's lips. Jeremy was startled for a moment, but gently relaxes into the kiss. "Boy did you ever surprise me."

Marshel doesn't spring up right away; he's still on his belly, nursing on Max's shaft and kicking his feet back as he cleans up his favorite toy. Like his brother, he's wearing leg warmers, though his are solid black and he's got a pair arm warmers to go with them. His panties though are covered in pictures of a soft fuzzy fruit with the word "Peachy" printed across his bubble butt.

Max sighs and coxes the mole off his now tender erection. "Why you little scamps, how did you get this stuff?"

The mole smiles and crinkles his nose. "It was Adara that did it. They might have been suspicious selling to boys, but Adara convinced the lady in Goth Subject he was a girl and she seemed way too eager to find him something slightly naughty to wear." He giggles for a moment.

"Oh, pooh, I wanted to be the one to tell him," pouts Adara after a minor costume change. He discarded the apron and shirt for black and white checkered leggings and arm warmers to match his brothers. He sits on the end of the bed smiling. "But she really did believe me, Daddy. It was kinda funny."

The Adults eye each other and roll the bat and mole swapping partners. Jeremy waggles his cloth-coated butt at the weasel. "Daddy, enough talking. Can I have a ride now?" His full lips seem to pout at Max. He coos, feeling a paw on his butt and the thumb slip under the waistband, only to press into his pre lubed asshole. "See, Daddy? I'm all ready for my ride."

Marshel moves forward to Ron, hugging the big Dalmatian. "I love you, Papa. Can I show you how much?" The little mole is almost sitting on the dog's still hard member, just a little flimsy layer of cloth keeping them apart. As the little mole hugs into the dog, strong paws pull down his panties a bit, just enough to let that rigged member slide in between those squishy little molehills and into the welcoming warmth behind them.

Max leans forward after pulling his thumb free and tugs those panties down a little more. "These hardly seem appropriate, hon, since we popped your cherry ages ago, didn't we." The weasel lines his member up with the still tight bat's hole, teasing the anal star with ever so gentle pushes.

"Yes, Daddy, you popped my cherry and I just wish you could pop it all over again." The little bat squeaks as the thick weasel cock invades his body, thrusting balls deep in one hard push. It's brief, but to his surprise, his squeal goes ultra-sonic and the bat gets sonar back, showing his little lizard brother pawing himself off as he watches.

Ron pushes the petiet mole down and letting gravity stretch the little one open as that greedy mole hole engulfs him in its loving warmth. He moans softly as the mole kneads at his fur covered chest, panting as the boy sinks lower. The Dalmatian rocks back and forth slowly as he bounces his middle son up and down on his pole.

Max pants, leaning in to nibble at the bat's sensitive ears. He thrusts in deep and hard, making the little cub squeak with each powerful push. The boy's young well-trained muscles grip him tight, letting him feel the almost drug like delight as he rocks to and fro.

Marshel starts to groan now, paws knotted into Papa's chest fur. No longer content to let his dad control the pace, the boy takes the lead. He bounces up and down, riding on his father's fuck stick hard and fast like it's a bucking bronco. He moans loudly, hearing the dog start to yip, knowing all too soon he'd hear that howl, and feel the spreading warmth. He wants it now more than ever, but at the same time he hopes it never comes, so he can ride like that forever.

Jeremy lets out a low moan and pushes back to meet his Daddy. He gasps at the contact, feeling the weasel's heavy balls smack into his own, feeling the pressure building up higher and higher each time those hips are pressed against his ass. As Daddy sneaks a paw around his waist, wrapping his fingers on his little stiffy and starting to pump, the bat loses it. Like always, it's a dry cum, but he squeals out his passion, anus clamping down like a velvet vice, triggering daddy's own eruption. They collapse forward onto the bed, the little boy panting, his tongue lolling to one side as he feels the hot weasel spunk flooding his bat cave.

Ron grips the chubby little mole by the thighs, driving him down onto that long cock one last time. The dog shifts his grip and hugs the mole tight to him. He feels the pulse as a torrent of doggy jizz burns through the little mole's bowels. The dog falls back onto the pillows, still holding the little mole to him as his nuts make more and more sticky seed to pump into that tight little anus.

Adara moans just watching as he strokes. It's so hot. The dirty stories on the Internet have nothing on his family time. He rolls onto his back, shuddering as his paw brings him to another quick climax. As he shudders the little feels the vibrations in his scales. Jeremy lets off a lot of sonar when he cums, the little lizard smiles once more feeling the wash of sonar brushing down his scales. He closes his eyes sighing as he comes down from the little high. He's not sure how long he had them closed, but he was sure he never fell asleep. Somehow strong paws had his arms and legs, flipping him onto his belly on the bed. His eyes snap open just in time to see a brown furred groin thrusting a thick musky dong into his muzzle. Instinctively, he suckles on the proffered meaty treat, as he feels other paws grip his rump.

"You didn't think you'd be left out of this for much longer, did you son? After all, you're the one who got us all worked up buying those lovely little panties," comes the voice from behind.

He doesn't answer, he can't answer with his mouth full, but besides that, there is nothing to say. He moans around Daddy as Papa penetrates first his slit, and then his anus. With a contented sigh, the little lizard surrenders to his parents' lust meeting them with his own, and in the end wishing every day could be father's Day.