Saturdays
In Jonathan's opinion there was no finer day than Saturday. It didn't matter the time of day or the time of year because Saturday was the only day in the week that he and his dad, Benjamin, had time off together. His mother worked Saturday's which meant they had the house to themselves, at least for the majority of the day. This meant more time for father-son bonding and, most importantly, fucking.
One lazy afternoon in the early summer, Jon was still fast asleep in his dim, disheveled room. Most of him was under a mountain of washed but unfolded clothes on his bed. He was wearing only a pair of white briefs. The blinds were shut with little slivers of light struggling their way into his darkened room.
Benjamin opened the door and brought light into the messy abode. The older Rottweiler stood there in the doorway, wearing only a pair of socks and boxer shorts, chuckling to himself at the state of his unkempt offspring. He came in and tossed away the pile of clothes on top Jon and pulled back the covers. As he gazed down at his son's perfect rump, outlined by his tighty whities, he couldn't help but release an appreciative murr. He carefully peeled down the underwear and spread open the pup's cheeks. He leaned down and nuzzled his son's ass, sniffing and lapping at the musky tailstar. Jon stirred and let out a sleepy whine as he was pleasantly woken up.
Muffled between the pup's asscheeks, Ben said, "Mmmm...morning, sleepy."
Jon rolled over as his dad withdrew and crawled on top of him. Jon mumbled sleepily, "Hehe morning, daddy."
"It's afternoon, pup," his dad said before slipping his tongue in Jon's muzzle. Lying together in bed, they cuddled and shared an intimate kiss.
Jon pulled back, rubbing his son's chest softly. "Mmmm alright, you know the drill," he said, grinning down at his half-asleep pup, "Chores first, then playtime."
"Awww," Jon pouted. He sat up in bed and stretched, yawning wide.
Jon's weekend chore list went as follows: Dishes, Kitchen, Laundry, Room, and Lawn. He was required to do all his chores in the nude, except for mowing the lawn which he did in a special pair of cut off shorts that accentuated his tail and bulge. The neighbors never complained or made any objection to his attire. In fact, his father made a point to share his son with several of his male friends and acquaintances as they pleased.
After Jon showered away the dirt and smell of sweat, grass, and gasoline, he entered his parent's bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His father was napping with a book splayed across his chest. Jon grinned and dropped the towel, crawling on the bed next to his father. Ben snorted softly and woke up as Jon snuggled up to him. He draped his leg over his dad's thigh and rubbed over the thick build of his chest.
"I'm finished, daddy," Jon cooed softly, giving his old man a kiss on his graying muzzle.
The older dog smiled and put his arm around the pup, cupping his rump in his rough, calloused paw. "Good boy," he rumbled, pulling Jon into a slow, tender kiss. Their tongues lazily wrestled between each other's lips as their paws roamed over each other's bodies. Their bodies touched and rolled together as they embraced in a slow, lethargic dance.
Jon felt his father's thick member pressing against his waist.
"You wanna take care of that, pup?" his dad asked, a sleepy grin on his lips.
Jon nodded and grinned, sliding down his dad's burly chest and belly down to his crotch. He grasped his father's modest five inches in his paw, stroking the thick piece of meat slowly. He parted his lips and wrapped them around the hot shaft; sucking just as his father had taught him to since he was a little puppy. He listened to his father's moans of pleasure with a sense of pride. More than anything, he loved pleasing his father and being told that he was a good puppy. Nothing was more rewarding that the feeling of cum hitting the back of his throat or filling his tailhole.
Ben ordered him to stop and get on all fours, which Jon did without question. Ben took out a bottle of lube and squirted a hefty amount into his paw. Jon felt his father get behind him and rub his slicked fingers over his tight ring. He flexed it instinctively as he shivered with anticipation. He felt the first finger enter him, then the second one spreading him wide open. More lube was applied as Ben worked more fingers into his son, getting him prepped for his thick manhood.
Jon felt his father's finger's retreat, leaving his tailhole wet and gaping. He murred deeply and flexed it, winking it as Ben got behind him and rubbed his thick member between his son's asscheeks. Jon let out a soft whine, begging be filled with his father's hot cockmeat. .
Ben slowly pushed himself deep into his son's ass, burying his dick down to the knot. He growled and pulled all the way back before ramming his cock back in. Jon let out a sharp yelp, biting down on a pillow to stifle his noises. His father growled deeply as he bred him, fucking him with hard, rhythmic thrusts. Jon moaned in ecstasy, loving every minute of being his father's bitch.
While lost in the haze of humid musk and lovemaking, Ben thrust hard enough to knot the pup. Jon's tight ring wrapped around the base of his father's swelling knot, locking them both together. They moaned together as Ben tugged against Jon's hole, feeling his orgasm building as he bred Jon like a feral canine. He growled loudly and bucked his hips, blasting jets of hot seed inside his son's tailhole.
As Ben climaxed, his cell phone on the dresser started to ring.