Deepthroating His Dad

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Casey whimpered, eyes half-closed, though that did not seclude his father's black and white stomach from view, not even a muscle-gut in sight as the bigger, more masculine stud fed his cock into Casey's mouth. Like a good little stallion-slut, he sucked down the mottled flesh, into his throat, letting his long muzzle do most of the work, his father, Steven, grunting thickly, nostrils flaring.

"Damn, you must really have needed this..."

Oh how he did... More than he could let his father know. It had been so long since he'd had a good fuck, he didn't know how to get it for himself. Casey knew they were in the living room, the television softly babbling away behind him, but that was not what he'd needed on movie night with his father, the stud who controlled and dominated his entire life.

Down and down and down. All he saw was his father's lower abdomen, needing nothing else, not as he bobbed his head, sucking softly, his father comfortably seated on the old, creaky sofa that fit them just right. He needed nothing more than that cock, his father resting back with his paws behind his head, enjoying every moment, lusting after it as he sucked it all down.

It may have seemed like a one-sided relationship, but everything between them was absolutely consensual, all in the best of ways as Steven grunted, egging Casey on.

"Mm... I thought you could take more than that."

Casey whimpered, even though he should not have risen to the bait, the teasing moment luring him on in a way that he didn't know how to escape from, even if it was not something that was meant to rile him up. All he knew was what he wanted, the panting heave of his gut, his cock out and in one paw, jacking off his length slowly, luxuriously, set only on making the moment last. Sometimes, that was simply what it was all about. And those moments had to last, regardless of how quickly some sped through them.

That was for them. Not for Casey. His head bobbed slowly, lips tightly pursed around that girth, tongue swirling around the tip every time he pulled back, yet he tried to get his nose down to the smooth hair of his father's crotch every time he sank. It was not as easy as he may have liked but there was little that could be done even as he whimpered, head spinning, ears twitching, even his tail lifting as he imagined just how it would feel, again, to get his dad's cock up under there.

It had been a while. His father liked to make him wait, liked to make him earn his orgasms, even though the control was something that Casey leaned heavily into without knowing why the giving up of that control made him so excited. He only knew that he wanted it, yearned for it, spending so much time yearning and not enough time inhaling the thick scent of his father's musk, his heavy balls calling him back, again and again.

But his father would always be there for him, the fat head pressing onto the fleshiness of his tongue even as Casey tried to swipe it around again. A large paw came down on the back of his head, forcing him down, the younger stallion grunting and whimpering, hips rocking, though he had nowhere that he wanted to go. His ability to breathe was gut off as he was lovingly forced to deepthroat every inch of that cock, chest shuddering, eyes watering, the lack of a gag reflex not able to soften the lack of air from his body in the slightest. No, he wanted it, even if he knew that there was more to come, his father's eyes flicking between him and the television, the flat screen on the wall only partly claiming his attention. Through the lack of air, he trembled, thrusting and humping, his paw drifting from his own length, for he knew that he would spill over the edge if he did not hold back.

"Good slut..."

A slut. He trembled. Yes, that was what he wanted to be, all that he needed to be, the tightness in his body its own kind of body when it came through such potent restraint. A slut did not need to think, only needed to suck, and that was just why he deepthroated his dad again and again, taking his cock down even as his father squealed out his orgasm, hips thrusting, crushing into Casey's nose.

The spark of pain did not matter when it came with such a devout outpouring of cum, flowing straight down his throat, though Casey still swallowed, lusting for the reflex. It was all about the little things, the gleam and trickle of sweat cooling on his body, how the scent of his father's musk swamped him. His father would soon hope in the shower, easing that scent down, but there was nothing that Casey loved more than that, how it felt to be lost in his essence, as if he could drift away, in it, from the rest of the world.

"Such a whore. A good one...unff... A whore all the same."

His father taunted him, but there was a wicked smile pulling at his lips and a glint in his eye that told Casey that not all was so serious, not in the sense that it was meant to hurt. Either way, the heat that seeped through the younger stallion warmed him from the inside out as he groaned, resting there, pulling back only the amount that he was able to, once allowed to breathe. He didn't need more, softly and lovingly suckling on his father's cock, tongue playing around what of the length he could reach.

A whore. A slut. A stallion-son-slut. A mouthful, just like his father's dick, but something that suited him all the same.

Maybe that was all that he needed. Casey grunted, gulping softly, his ears splaying out as his father played with them.

Maybe deepthroating his dad had been the key to it all.

With his father's cock plunged into his muzzle, he could only hope.