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Dream High, Chapter 9
Includes Gay Sex, Incest
Note: It took 2 writing block to complete the chapter
I’m awake, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to open my eyes. I want to go back to the dream. Fuck. Why did it have to end? Why couldn’t I--
What that’s weight on my side?
I breathe in and the sense of it moving is lost amidst the myriad of scents. Dust, sand, salt, and manliness. I remember those smells, but they’re from the….
Cracking an eye open is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. What if it is just my memory? What if the weight is… I don’t know; a folk of the sheet I’m hyper-conscious of. What if all I’m going to see is my room?
I don’t see my room. I see white. White fur that moves in time with his breathing.
Mine catches as elation and fear collide.
How is this possible?
Why the fuck am I even asking that.
Come down. Don’t fucking wake up because you get excited. Okay, good. Calming down is good. I have an arm up, to put over his side, when he snores/snorts cutely. What am I doing? I can’t hug him now. He’s clearly sleeping.
Sleeping in the same bed as me. Without a shirt. A glance down turns into a stare. He’s naked, so am I.
His morning wood almost touches my erection and I nearly grind against that long, hot cock. I can’t do that. What is he going to think? I also can’t suck on it. But man, do I want to taste it. It’s got to be as tasty as he smells. My hand is almost on it.
Touching is fine. They don’t have hangups about physical contact here. I feel the heat radiating from it, an inch and I’m going to have my Dad’s cock in my hand.
My Dad’s…
They don’t have any stupid notions of what sex means here, but they have limits. Violet said if I wasn’t her relative, she’d want to have sex with me. Okay, so incest might be a problem, but I can always apologize for it afterward. It works for Tuck; why not for me?
Tuck, who dad specifically told me not to follow his example. What’s he going to think of me if I don’t first ask for his consent? What if he tells me no? If he’s disgusted at me for even thinking of it?
I move my hand away.
So that’s one thing that’s got to remain a dream, even within a dream. So, I close my eyes to fall back to sleep next to my Dad, but my bladder chooses now to remind me it exit and demands I do something about it.
The little of the sky I see through the window over his shoulder is lighting up. Might as well take care of that and get ready for the day. I carefully extricate myself from under Dad’s arm without waking him. Through a door is a hallway, through the other, the bathroom.
It’s large. The floor’s tiled in blue and green. The wall’s a pale yellow that gradually turns orange as it going up to match the ceiling. The toilet is normal enough. I guess that’s one place where my imagination can’t be bothered to come up with something futuristic.
I take care of things, then, on my way to washing my hands, the large shower catches my attention. It’s a ‘U’, with enough space to fit six comfortably. The walls are transparent, except for where I’d get in. There is nothing there to keep the water from escaping. And considering there’s a few jets pointed in my direction, flooding it would do. There are a dozen jets on the walls, and I can make out the…well, tube cavities in them for the water. There are also a lot of them on the ceiling, but there is a larger one at the back that is clearly the primary one.
I step in and look for the controls. I’ll just use that one and be careful not to splat it toward the opening. Okay, no obvious controls. A hand along the wall doesn’t turn on any touch sensitive panels, and I’m about to resort to telling it to turn the water on when there’s a mumbled.
“Morning.”
I startle and giggle as I turn to watch my Dad walk by the shower with his eyes barely open.
“Hi.”
“Give me a minute.” He has jaw cracking yawn.
I watch through the glass as he pisses with his cock still hard. He’s way more used to that than I am, His balls swaying as he bends to--
What the fuck am I doing watching my dad take a piss?
I turn, but I’m already hard, and the sound isn’t helping bring that down. I’m massaging my balls when he lets out a satisfied sigh and I look over my shoulder. He’s soft now, but I barely stifle the moan as he shakes his cock to dislodge the last drops. His fur shudders as he shivers, then opens his eyes.
I hurry to look away and let go of my balls. Nothing I can do about the erection.
He chuckles. “You didn’t have to turn your back, you know.”
My face burn and my ears are plastered against my skull again. Why do I keep getting embarrassed like this? This is my dream. I turn as he enters the shower and make as if I’m searching the wall to keep my back to him.
“How do I turn the shower on? I can’t seem to find the controls.”
I bite my lips when I feel his hand on my shoulder to keep from moaning. He pulls me out of the shower and holds me against his chest. There go any chance of my hardon vanishing.
“I’ll deal with it.” The jets come on within the ‘U’ and ceiling, except for those pointing at us. When he speaks again, his mouth is next to my ear. “Test it, and tell me if you want me to adjust it.” A shiver runs down my back. At least it’s a reminder that it’s not like he can just look down by front and see what’s poking out.
A hand in the water. “Can you make it hotter?” there’s so much it makes me think of a car wash. “And do we need all of them? That large one is enough.”
He chuckles again and all but the one I indicated turn off. “I guess you aren’t used to having access to as much water as you want.”
I step in and put my hand under the water again. “Hotter.” Steam comes out with it now.
“You do like your water hot.”
“Oh, yeah.” I hiss in delight when it hits me. Dad’s hiss is much louder and nowhere near as pleased. Shit. “You can make it cooler. I don’t mind.”
“It’s okay.” He chuckles. “It’s just a reminder that knowing the temperature doesn’t mean I know what it’s going to feel like.”
I step forward to make space for them, then turn to face the center of the jet. It’s large enough we both fit under it, but it does mean we need to be close.
Oh, fuck. Dads in the shower with me and my erection!
“Kristoff,” he asks, concerned. “Are you okay with me showering with you? I didn’t think to ask since we’s something we’re all comfortable doing.”
“It’s okay, Dad.” It’s more than okay. And that’s the problem. “I want to do everything the way you guys do it.”
He squeezes my shoulder and smiles. “I’m glad, but I really should have asked first.” A dispenser…grows out of the wall? “Can I wash your back?”
“Yes.” Somehow I don’t squeak it, but I’m giggling as I turn to present—offer him—my back. He doesn’t comment, but I have to be. I’m terrified he’s going to say something about what he has to have noticed, even if he didn’t look down. He’s got to realize it’s because--
Brain off due to sensory overload.
His fingers dig into my back, extracting moans from me.
“If I use too much force, let me know.”
I moan again as he presses against a particularly tense spot.
“Dad?” I manage to say as he moves his hands, and he pauses.
“Yes?”
“Where I’m from. This isn’t washing someone’s back, it’s a massage.” Fuck, why did I have to bring up the waking world?
I hear the smile in his voice. “It’s what we call this here, too. You’re just so tense I figured you could use some relaxation.”
My hard cock stared up at me accusingly. “I guess I do.”
I close my eyes as Dad massages my back; the soap letting his fingers glide through my fur. He is good, and as my back relaxes, so do I. When he turns me, I’m not even worried about he’ll do on seeing my erection.
I stand, waiting for his hand to move from my shoulders, to massage my chest. Instead, I feel his lips press against mine.
My eyes snap open as a gasp of surprise steals my breath.
Dad jerks back, eyes wide and ears back. “I’m sorry. I had no business doing that.” I’m too shocked to react. “I can’t believe I did this. This is something Tuck would do. Kristoff. I truly am sorry. I’ll never—”
I grab him by the neck and smash my lips against his. Hey, if he’s willing, I’m not letting him think I don’t want this.
He’s the one too surprised to react, so I pry his lips apart and slip my tongue into his muzzle. When he reacts, it’s to back until his back is against the wall. I don’t let him get away. I worry he slipped when he drops, but he ends up sitting on a bench I… somehow missed?
You know what? I have more important things to do than worry about that.
Now his tongue gets in on the action, playing with mine, pushing into my muzzle as his arms are against me, pulling me until my knees hit the bench and I have to kneel over his lap and feel his hard cock against mine.
I moan into the kiss and grind against it. He moans too, and I nearly cum as it sinks in he’s into this as much as I am. My cock jumps—not twitches—jumps, and while I can’t feel it, with water dripping off us, I know some of that is precum.
His tongue goes so deep into my muzzle, I wonder if he’s going to hit the back of it. I close my lips and suck hard. Dad moans again.
I wriggle forward, rubbing against his cock, then it’s under my balls, slipping along my crack. I reach back and don’t even hesitate to pull it free and it slaps against my ass hard. I move and it slides along my crack.
“K—Kristoff.” Dad pants. “Are you—”
“Fuck me,” I plead. “Please, Dad.”
One of his hands lets go of me, then a cloth rubs between my cheeks. It moves up and down. Then his cock is back in place, sliding along it.
He grabs a cheek with each hand and stretches them apart. Moving me as his cock moves. It hits under my tail, then he changes the angle, presses…
“Oh, yes!” I gasp as, with more pressure, his cock head goes in. He opens his mouth, but I kiss him before he can speak. I suck on his tongue as I push my ass down on his hard cock, but he holds me in place, and all I get of his cock is the little he thrusts in.
“More,” I whimper. “Dad, give me more.”
His cock stretches me as it moves slightly deeper. I bite his neck and he gasps. The thrust makes me gasp in return.
“Kristoff,” He whispers, pulling his cock out. “Fuck. You’re so tight. You’re so hot.” He pushes in. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.” He pulls out. “I am so sorry it took me so long to find you.” He pushes in. “That you had to live without your family.” He pulls out. “That I couldn’t comfort you the way you needed it.”
He thrusts harder and I cry out, my cock jumping, as he bottoms in.
Oh fuck. I’m sitting on my Dad’s cock.
My Dad’s cock is deep inside me.
I kiss him, crying from joy. I nibble on his lips; I lick them. I shove my tongue into his muzzle as I rock, feeling his hard cock move in and out of my ass. I moan.
He tightens his hands on my cheeks;. Holds me in place and pulls out. I shudder, when he pushes in, from the crown of his cock pressing against my prostate. He bottoms in again, and this is the most filled, the most fulfilled, I have ever felt.
“Oh, fuck.” He shudders as his cock moves slowly out and then back in. “I’m not going to last; I’ve dreamed of this for so long.”
The whine escapes as I think they will end. “Hard, Dad. Fuck me hard. I want to feel this for weeks to come.”
He pulls out. “Kristoff.” He slams in.
“More!” I cry out.
He gives me more. He holds my ass, his cock slamming in, then pulling out. His hot rod pistoning hard and fast; taking my breath away each time it slams bottom. He swears and fucks me faster.
I’m going to cum, I know it. The way his cock stretches me and hits my buttons as it moves in and out. From my cock rubbing against his stomach fur. There’s no way I can last.
He groans and slams his cock so deep it hits my heart. It twitches inside me and I kiss my Dad as he empties his balls inside me.
Now I know I cried from happiness.
He pants, rests his head against the wall and smiles. “You are so beautiful.” He caresses my face.
My ears go hot and fold back. I grin like a maniac at the compliment. “This was amazing.” I lick the side of his muzzle. “You have no idea how hard keeping my hands off you was yesterday.” I nuzzle his neck. “All I wanted anytime you were close was to pull you into a secluded corner and have you fuck me.”
He laughs. “You should have asked.”
I chuckle. “Not a question that’s easy for me.
“You saw how comfortable we are with sex.”
“I saw how comfortable you are having sex with others. I didn’t see any of you doing it, and Violet said she’d want us to have sex if we weren’t related.”
He gets that distant look, then shakes his head in amusement. “She said that if you weren’t an Orr, she’d want to have sex. We’re all male exclusive, except for Vincent. As for the rest of us keeping our hands off each other. I wanted to explain things before you saw any of that. Nothing in what I saw of you in that—”
I silence him with a kiss. “It’s okay, Dad. We both know, now.” I kiss him again.
“Yeah.” He sighs, tightening his arms around me and pressing my hard cock between us. “We do know.” He frowns and pushed me away enough to look down. “You didn’t cum?”
As expected, I am dripping precum like a faucet. “It’s fine.” I aim for dismissive. “You came. It’s what’s important.”
The disbelieving look he gives me says that wasn’t the right response. “You can’t be serious.”
I shrug. “I can always jerk off if it comes to it.” I reach for my cock as a demonstration, but he grabs my hand. I wasn’t going to actually do it, but I’m surprised by how forceful he is.
“Absolutely not.”
“Dad,” I insist.
“No, Kristoff.” His tone is final as he puts his hand on back on my ass with his other. “No son of mine is ever going to have to resort to his hand when I’m around.” He heaves, and he’s standing. Before I have to put my feet down, he turns and sits me on a ledge at stomach height that I know wasn’t there before.
I gasp as he pulls out of me, then cry out as hotness wraps around my cock. He takes it all in, his rough tongue scraping along in a way that should have me wincing, but instead had me moaning.
“Dad, Stop,” I implore.
He doesn’t. He moves his muzzle up and down, the suction pulling at the skin in a way that has me shuddering.
“Please!”
His tongue wraps around my shaft for a few bobbing motions, then he deep throats me with the kind of needy moan that almost has me cumming.
I can’t cum. I don’t want to wake up!
He’s bobbing again, lips wrapped around my cock, pulling on the crown, and I see stars.
Fuck, I’m going to cum.
My hands are on his head and I thrust as best as I can while sitting. I’m crying as my cock rubs against the roof of his mouth, the ridges adding to the sensations his tongue is causes.
“Lucas!” I try to pull out, to push him away, but his mouth stays stuck around the head and he—I fucking better remember this dream—suckles on it.
The scream, as I shove my cock as deep in his muzzle as it goes, is ecstasy and anguish in equal parts. I hold his head down, stars pulsating in time with the burst of cum as I empty my balls into my Dad’s mouth.
I pant, eyes closed. That must have been the strongest orgasm in the recorded history of dream—the back of my head hits a solid surface that isn’t my bed.
“Ouch.”
There’s a chuckle between my legs, then a tongue licks along my softening cock.
I stare at the top of Dad’s head as he keeps suckling on my shaft.
I moan at the sight and the sensation.
I’m still here. Dad’s still here. Somehow, I stayed asleep through a second orgasm.
He looks up and I force the thoughts away. I’m not wasting time wondering how. I am going to take full advantage of this.
“You taste as good as—”
I lean down and kiss him. I hold his head and push my tongue between his lips; past the sharp teeth, and rub it against his tongue. I taste myself and move off the ledge. He wraps his arms around me. His tongue move in my muzzle. He rubs my back.
We break the kiss, and he wipes my tears away. “Are you okay?”
I have trouble finding my voice through the joy. “I love you so much.” I run a finger along his muzzle to his cheek ruff. “I’ve dreamed of this my entire life.”
“I love you too, Kristoff.” He quirks a smile. “And if you’ve been dreaming of us having sex since you were a baby, you definitely belong in this family.”
I laugh. “You know what I mean, Dad. I…” I rest my forehead against his and force myself to say the words, even if it means an end to this. “This is a dream come true.”
Nothing changes, and it takes all my willpower not to sigh in relief. Dad’s looking at me, crying. He’s still naked, and I’m thankful for the dream’s weird linear consistency.
“You can’t imagine how happy I am that you’re back.” His eyes keep glistening after he wipes at them. “What do you want to do now?”
I turn us and push him against the wall. “Something else I’ve had trouble keeping myself from doing.”
I drop to my knees and admire that large ballsac. I cup hands around it, feel the weight; breathe it in. It smells cleaner than I expect; until I remember this started with a shower. I nuzzle it. Rub it against my face, then lick it.
Dad moans. I look up and past the stiffening cock. He smiles at me. “A fan of balls, I see.”
I suck one of them in my muzzle and nod. I’m careful with it.
“Tighter.” He gasps as I tighten my muzzle, my teeth pressing in the skin through the fur. “Fuck yeah.”
I move to the other one, almost snapping my mouth on it, and he shudders, precum dripping onto my muzzle. Any tighter and I’m going to taste blood. It almost looks like he’d be okay with it, but I’m not. I let it go and lick the pre off my muzzle without thinking about it.
Holy fuck, my tongue’s long. No wonder his reached so deep.
I lick up his balls, along his throbbing shaft, and scrape my tongue along the crown, then immediately wrap my lips around the head, before too much spill out. What I think is him cumming, is just more precum.
I suckle on the saltiness to my Dad’s moaning, then push down until my nose is deep in his groin fur.
Dad tenderly runs his fingers through my headfur. “Fuck, Kristoff. Your muzzles feels so good there.”
I smile and swallow around his cock, and he gasps. I move up, suck on the tip, causing him to shudder, then take it all in again. Closing my eyes in pleasure at how amazing it feels to deep throat my Dad’s long, hard, throbbing cock.
“Kristoff,” Dad whispers. “Can I fuck your muzzle?”
I think I just came again!
I nod as best as I can without moving from his cock, and his fingers dig into my fur to hold the side of my head. He pulls me up until half his cock is out, then he moves it until it’s out. I try to keep it in, but he prevents me from moving. Even tightening my lips around the crown isn’t enough, although that gets playful curse out of him.
He holds the tip against my lips, and after a few attempts at sucking it in, I look up plaintively. His smile is surprisingly tender, not the lewd kind I’d expect from a guy teasing me like this.
He pushes it in slowly, and once it’s past my lips, he picks up speed. He thrusts in and out, hitting the back of my throat, and stopping with the crown is against my lips, then back in he goes.
“Kristoff,” he whispers, thrusting and panting. “Kristoff. Fuck, I missed you so much.” He fucks my muzzle faster. “Kristoff,” his tone gets imploring. “Don’t ever leave. Please.”
I close my eyes, silently wishing the same time.
His cock feels like it’s harder and thicker against my lips. “Kristoff, Kristoff, Kristoff!” Instead of slamming his cock in deep, he holds it back, the crown against my lips as it twitches, and then cum erupts over my tongue and I see stars. The orgasm is so sudden I don’t have time to be afraid, and with his taste still on my tongue when I can think again, I push what might have happened out of my mind to savor my Dad’s bitter musky, tart cum.
He’s crying when I look up, and I can’t stop myself.
I pull off his cock. “I’m still here.”
His laugh is broken by a sob, then he pulls me up and kisses me hard. His tongue is in my muzzle. It’s like it’s searching for confirmation. Like holding me so tightly my spine might break isn’t enough. Then the tension leaves him and we are simply hugging and kissing.
The love in his eyes when he looks at me is…scary. It’s fierce, angry, possessive. I don’t know why it’s so complex, but I hug him tighter, wishing I’d been looked at like that once in my--
I bury my face in his chest, having to turn it sideways. That’s one motion a muzzle complicates. His hand rubs my back, and the silence stretches. It’s surprisingly comfortable. The only other sound is that of the shower, which is still going.
“What do you want to do?” he asks softly.
I chuckle. “Well, the plan was to shower.” I look up at him. “Think we can go back to that without feeling the need to molest your son?”
His smile turns sad. “I’m afraid that what you’re asking for is impossible.”
I smirk. “Then I guess it’s running out of hot water that’s going to stop us.”
“Right.” He smiles. “You guys have limited resources.” He pushes me under the still almost too hot jet and he gasps in surprise. “If you’re counting on that stopping us.” He runs his hands down my chest, pressing against my back, his hard cock between my cheeks. “You could be here for the next hundred years.”
One of my ear tilts. “Really?”
He cups my balls and I’m getting hard again. “Really.”
I grin, moving my ass against his hard cock until the head bumps under my tail. “You know. I don’t think that’s as much of a problem as I thought.”
What that’s weight on my side?
I breathe in and the sense of it moving is lost amidst the myriad of scents. Dust, sand, salt, and manliness. I remember those smells, but they’re from the….
Cracking an eye open is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. What if it is just my memory? What if the weight is… I don’t know; a folk of the sheet I’m hyper-conscious of. What if all I’m going to see is my room?
I don’t see my room. I see white. White fur that moves in time with his breathing.
Mine catches as elation and fear collide.
How is this possible?
Why the fuck am I even asking that.
Come down. Don’t fucking wake up because you get excited. Okay, good. Calming down is good. I have an arm up, to put over his side, when he snores/snorts cutely. What am I doing? I can’t hug him now. He’s clearly sleeping.
Sleeping in the same bed as me. Without a shirt. A glance down turns into a stare. He’s naked, so am I.
His morning wood almost touches my erection and I nearly grind against that long, hot cock. I can’t do that. What is he going to think? I also can’t suck on it. But man, do I want to taste it. It’s got to be as tasty as he smells. My hand is almost on it.
Touching is fine. They don’t have hangups about physical contact here. I feel the heat radiating from it, an inch and I’m going to have my Dad’s cock in my hand.
My Dad’s…
They don’t have any stupid notions of what sex means here, but they have limits. Violet said if I wasn’t her relative, she’d want to have sex with me. Okay, so incest might be a problem, but I can always apologize for it afterward. It works for Tuck; why not for me?
Tuck, who dad specifically told me not to follow his example. What’s he going to think of me if I don’t first ask for his consent? What if he tells me no? If he’s disgusted at me for even thinking of it?
I move my hand away.
So that’s one thing that’s got to remain a dream, even within a dream. So, I close my eyes to fall back to sleep next to my Dad, but my bladder chooses now to remind me it exit and demands I do something about it.
The little of the sky I see through the window over his shoulder is lighting up. Might as well take care of that and get ready for the day. I carefully extricate myself from under Dad’s arm without waking him. Through a door is a hallway, through the other, the bathroom.
It’s large. The floor’s tiled in blue and green. The wall’s a pale yellow that gradually turns orange as it going up to match the ceiling. The toilet is normal enough. I guess that’s one place where my imagination can’t be bothered to come up with something futuristic.
I take care of things, then, on my way to washing my hands, the large shower catches my attention. It’s a ‘U’, with enough space to fit six comfortably. The walls are transparent, except for where I’d get in. There is nothing there to keep the water from escaping. And considering there’s a few jets pointed in my direction, flooding it would do. There are a dozen jets on the walls, and I can make out the…well, tube cavities in them for the water. There are also a lot of them on the ceiling, but there is a larger one at the back that is clearly the primary one.
I step in and look for the controls. I’ll just use that one and be careful not to splat it toward the opening. Okay, no obvious controls. A hand along the wall doesn’t turn on any touch sensitive panels, and I’m about to resort to telling it to turn the water on when there’s a mumbled.
“Morning.”
I startle and giggle as I turn to watch my Dad walk by the shower with his eyes barely open.
“Hi.”
“Give me a minute.” He has jaw cracking yawn.
I watch through the glass as he pisses with his cock still hard. He’s way more used to that than I am, His balls swaying as he bends to--
What the fuck am I doing watching my dad take a piss?
I turn, but I’m already hard, and the sound isn’t helping bring that down. I’m massaging my balls when he lets out a satisfied sigh and I look over my shoulder. He’s soft now, but I barely stifle the moan as he shakes his cock to dislodge the last drops. His fur shudders as he shivers, then opens his eyes.
I hurry to look away and let go of my balls. Nothing I can do about the erection.
He chuckles. “You didn’t have to turn your back, you know.”
My face burn and my ears are plastered against my skull again. Why do I keep getting embarrassed like this? This is my dream. I turn as he enters the shower and make as if I’m searching the wall to keep my back to him.
“How do I turn the shower on? I can’t seem to find the controls.”
I bite my lips when I feel his hand on my shoulder to keep from moaning. He pulls me out of the shower and holds me against his chest. There go any chance of my hardon vanishing.
“I’ll deal with it.” The jets come on within the ‘U’ and ceiling, except for those pointing at us. When he speaks again, his mouth is next to my ear. “Test it, and tell me if you want me to adjust it.” A shiver runs down my back. At least it’s a reminder that it’s not like he can just look down by front and see what’s poking out.
A hand in the water. “Can you make it hotter?” there’s so much it makes me think of a car wash. “And do we need all of them? That large one is enough.”
He chuckles again and all but the one I indicated turn off. “I guess you aren’t used to having access to as much water as you want.”
I step in and put my hand under the water again. “Hotter.” Steam comes out with it now.
“You do like your water hot.”
“Oh, yeah.” I hiss in delight when it hits me. Dad’s hiss is much louder and nowhere near as pleased. Shit. “You can make it cooler. I don’t mind.”
“It’s okay.” He chuckles. “It’s just a reminder that knowing the temperature doesn’t mean I know what it’s going to feel like.”
I step forward to make space for them, then turn to face the center of the jet. It’s large enough we both fit under it, but it does mean we need to be close.
Oh, fuck. Dads in the shower with me and my erection!
“Kristoff,” he asks, concerned. “Are you okay with me showering with you? I didn’t think to ask since we’s something we’re all comfortable doing.”
“It’s okay, Dad.” It’s more than okay. And that’s the problem. “I want to do everything the way you guys do it.”
He squeezes my shoulder and smiles. “I’m glad, but I really should have asked first.” A dispenser…grows out of the wall? “Can I wash your back?”
“Yes.” Somehow I don’t squeak it, but I’m giggling as I turn to present—offer him—my back. He doesn’t comment, but I have to be. I’m terrified he’s going to say something about what he has to have noticed, even if he didn’t look down. He’s got to realize it’s because--
Brain off due to sensory overload.
His fingers dig into my back, extracting moans from me.
“If I use too much force, let me know.”
I moan again as he presses against a particularly tense spot.
“Dad?” I manage to say as he moves his hands, and he pauses.
“Yes?”
“Where I’m from. This isn’t washing someone’s back, it’s a massage.” Fuck, why did I have to bring up the waking world?
I hear the smile in his voice. “It’s what we call this here, too. You’re just so tense I figured you could use some relaxation.”
My hard cock stared up at me accusingly. “I guess I do.”
I close my eyes as Dad massages my back; the soap letting his fingers glide through my fur. He is good, and as my back relaxes, so do I. When he turns me, I’m not even worried about he’ll do on seeing my erection.
I stand, waiting for his hand to move from my shoulders, to massage my chest. Instead, I feel his lips press against mine.
My eyes snap open as a gasp of surprise steals my breath.
Dad jerks back, eyes wide and ears back. “I’m sorry. I had no business doing that.” I’m too shocked to react. “I can’t believe I did this. This is something Tuck would do. Kristoff. I truly am sorry. I’ll never—”
I grab him by the neck and smash my lips against his. Hey, if he’s willing, I’m not letting him think I don’t want this.
He’s the one too surprised to react, so I pry his lips apart and slip my tongue into his muzzle. When he reacts, it’s to back until his back is against the wall. I don’t let him get away. I worry he slipped when he drops, but he ends up sitting on a bench I… somehow missed?
You know what? I have more important things to do than worry about that.
Now his tongue gets in on the action, playing with mine, pushing into my muzzle as his arms are against me, pulling me until my knees hit the bench and I have to kneel over his lap and feel his hard cock against mine.
I moan into the kiss and grind against it. He moans too, and I nearly cum as it sinks in he’s into this as much as I am. My cock jumps—not twitches—jumps, and while I can’t feel it, with water dripping off us, I know some of that is precum.
His tongue goes so deep into my muzzle, I wonder if he’s going to hit the back of it. I close my lips and suck hard. Dad moans again.
I wriggle forward, rubbing against his cock, then it’s under my balls, slipping along my crack. I reach back and don’t even hesitate to pull it free and it slaps against my ass hard. I move and it slides along my crack.
“K—Kristoff.” Dad pants. “Are you—”
“Fuck me,” I plead. “Please, Dad.”
One of his hands lets go of me, then a cloth rubs between my cheeks. It moves up and down. Then his cock is back in place, sliding along it.
He grabs a cheek with each hand and stretches them apart. Moving me as his cock moves. It hits under my tail, then he changes the angle, presses…
“Oh, yes!” I gasp as, with more pressure, his cock head goes in. He opens his mouth, but I kiss him before he can speak. I suck on his tongue as I push my ass down on his hard cock, but he holds me in place, and all I get of his cock is the little he thrusts in.
“More,” I whimper. “Dad, give me more.”
His cock stretches me as it moves slightly deeper. I bite his neck and he gasps. The thrust makes me gasp in return.
“Kristoff,” He whispers, pulling his cock out. “Fuck. You’re so tight. You’re so hot.” He pushes in. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.” He pulls out. “I am so sorry it took me so long to find you.” He pushes in. “That you had to live without your family.” He pulls out. “That I couldn’t comfort you the way you needed it.”
He thrusts harder and I cry out, my cock jumping, as he bottoms in.
Oh fuck. I’m sitting on my Dad’s cock.
My Dad’s cock is deep inside me.
I kiss him, crying from joy. I nibble on his lips; I lick them. I shove my tongue into his muzzle as I rock, feeling his hard cock move in and out of my ass. I moan.
He tightens his hands on my cheeks;. Holds me in place and pulls out. I shudder, when he pushes in, from the crown of his cock pressing against my prostate. He bottoms in again, and this is the most filled, the most fulfilled, I have ever felt.
“Oh, fuck.” He shudders as his cock moves slowly out and then back in. “I’m not going to last; I’ve dreamed of this for so long.”
The whine escapes as I think they will end. “Hard, Dad. Fuck me hard. I want to feel this for weeks to come.”
He pulls out. “Kristoff.” He slams in.
“More!” I cry out.
He gives me more. He holds my ass, his cock slamming in, then pulling out. His hot rod pistoning hard and fast; taking my breath away each time it slams bottom. He swears and fucks me faster.
I’m going to cum, I know it. The way his cock stretches me and hits my buttons as it moves in and out. From my cock rubbing against his stomach fur. There’s no way I can last.
He groans and slams his cock so deep it hits my heart. It twitches inside me and I kiss my Dad as he empties his balls inside me.
Now I know I cried from happiness.
He pants, rests his head against the wall and smiles. “You are so beautiful.” He caresses my face.
My ears go hot and fold back. I grin like a maniac at the compliment. “This was amazing.” I lick the side of his muzzle. “You have no idea how hard keeping my hands off you was yesterday.” I nuzzle his neck. “All I wanted anytime you were close was to pull you into a secluded corner and have you fuck me.”
He laughs. “You should have asked.”
I chuckle. “Not a question that’s easy for me.
“You saw how comfortable we are with sex.”
“I saw how comfortable you are having sex with others. I didn’t see any of you doing it, and Violet said she’d want us to have sex if we weren’t related.”
He gets that distant look, then shakes his head in amusement. “She said that if you weren’t an Orr, she’d want to have sex. We’re all male exclusive, except for Vincent. As for the rest of us keeping our hands off each other. I wanted to explain things before you saw any of that. Nothing in what I saw of you in that—”
I silence him with a kiss. “It’s okay, Dad. We both know, now.” I kiss him again.
“Yeah.” He sighs, tightening his arms around me and pressing my hard cock between us. “We do know.” He frowns and pushed me away enough to look down. “You didn’t cum?”
As expected, I am dripping precum like a faucet. “It’s fine.” I aim for dismissive. “You came. It’s what’s important.”
The disbelieving look he gives me says that wasn’t the right response. “You can’t be serious.”
I shrug. “I can always jerk off if it comes to it.” I reach for my cock as a demonstration, but he grabs my hand. I wasn’t going to actually do it, but I’m surprised by how forceful he is.
“Absolutely not.”
“Dad,” I insist.
“No, Kristoff.” His tone is final as he puts his hand on back on my ass with his other. “No son of mine is ever going to have to resort to his hand when I’m around.” He heaves, and he’s standing. Before I have to put my feet down, he turns and sits me on a ledge at stomach height that I know wasn’t there before.
I gasp as he pulls out of me, then cry out as hotness wraps around my cock. He takes it all in, his rough tongue scraping along in a way that should have me wincing, but instead had me moaning.
“Dad, Stop,” I implore.
He doesn’t. He moves his muzzle up and down, the suction pulling at the skin in a way that has me shuddering.
“Please!”
His tongue wraps around my shaft for a few bobbing motions, then he deep throats me with the kind of needy moan that almost has me cumming.
I can’t cum. I don’t want to wake up!
He’s bobbing again, lips wrapped around my cock, pulling on the crown, and I see stars.
Fuck, I’m going to cum.
My hands are on his head and I thrust as best as I can while sitting. I’m crying as my cock rubs against the roof of his mouth, the ridges adding to the sensations his tongue is causes.
“Lucas!” I try to pull out, to push him away, but his mouth stays stuck around the head and he—I fucking better remember this dream—suckles on it.
The scream, as I shove my cock as deep in his muzzle as it goes, is ecstasy and anguish in equal parts. I hold his head down, stars pulsating in time with the burst of cum as I empty my balls into my Dad’s mouth.
I pant, eyes closed. That must have been the strongest orgasm in the recorded history of dream—the back of my head hits a solid surface that isn’t my bed.
“Ouch.”
There’s a chuckle between my legs, then a tongue licks along my softening cock.
I stare at the top of Dad’s head as he keeps suckling on my shaft.
I moan at the sight and the sensation.
I’m still here. Dad’s still here. Somehow, I stayed asleep through a second orgasm.
He looks up and I force the thoughts away. I’m not wasting time wondering how. I am going to take full advantage of this.
“You taste as good as—”
I lean down and kiss him. I hold his head and push my tongue between his lips; past the sharp teeth, and rub it against his tongue. I taste myself and move off the ledge. He wraps his arms around me. His tongue move in my muzzle. He rubs my back.
We break the kiss, and he wipes my tears away. “Are you okay?”
I have trouble finding my voice through the joy. “I love you so much.” I run a finger along his muzzle to his cheek ruff. “I’ve dreamed of this my entire life.”
“I love you too, Kristoff.” He quirks a smile. “And if you’ve been dreaming of us having sex since you were a baby, you definitely belong in this family.”
I laugh. “You know what I mean, Dad. I…” I rest my forehead against his and force myself to say the words, even if it means an end to this. “This is a dream come true.”
Nothing changes, and it takes all my willpower not to sigh in relief. Dad’s looking at me, crying. He’s still naked, and I’m thankful for the dream’s weird linear consistency.
“You can’t imagine how happy I am that you’re back.” His eyes keep glistening after he wipes at them. “What do you want to do now?”
I turn us and push him against the wall. “Something else I’ve had trouble keeping myself from doing.”
I drop to my knees and admire that large ballsac. I cup hands around it, feel the weight; breathe it in. It smells cleaner than I expect; until I remember this started with a shower. I nuzzle it. Rub it against my face, then lick it.
Dad moans. I look up and past the stiffening cock. He smiles at me. “A fan of balls, I see.”
I suck one of them in my muzzle and nod. I’m careful with it.
“Tighter.” He gasps as I tighten my muzzle, my teeth pressing in the skin through the fur. “Fuck yeah.”
I move to the other one, almost snapping my mouth on it, and he shudders, precum dripping onto my muzzle. Any tighter and I’m going to taste blood. It almost looks like he’d be okay with it, but I’m not. I let it go and lick the pre off my muzzle without thinking about it.
Holy fuck, my tongue’s long. No wonder his reached so deep.
I lick up his balls, along his throbbing shaft, and scrape my tongue along the crown, then immediately wrap my lips around the head, before too much spill out. What I think is him cumming, is just more precum.
I suckle on the saltiness to my Dad’s moaning, then push down until my nose is deep in his groin fur.
Dad tenderly runs his fingers through my headfur. “Fuck, Kristoff. Your muzzles feels so good there.”
I smile and swallow around his cock, and he gasps. I move up, suck on the tip, causing him to shudder, then take it all in again. Closing my eyes in pleasure at how amazing it feels to deep throat my Dad’s long, hard, throbbing cock.
“Kristoff,” Dad whispers. “Can I fuck your muzzle?”
I think I just came again!
I nod as best as I can without moving from his cock, and his fingers dig into my fur to hold the side of my head. He pulls me up until half his cock is out, then he moves it until it’s out. I try to keep it in, but he prevents me from moving. Even tightening my lips around the crown isn’t enough, although that gets playful curse out of him.
He holds the tip against my lips, and after a few attempts at sucking it in, I look up plaintively. His smile is surprisingly tender, not the lewd kind I’d expect from a guy teasing me like this.
He pushes it in slowly, and once it’s past my lips, he picks up speed. He thrusts in and out, hitting the back of my throat, and stopping with the crown is against my lips, then back in he goes.
“Kristoff,” he whispers, thrusting and panting. “Kristoff. Fuck, I missed you so much.” He fucks my muzzle faster. “Kristoff,” his tone gets imploring. “Don’t ever leave. Please.”
I close my eyes, silently wishing the same time.
His cock feels like it’s harder and thicker against my lips. “Kristoff, Kristoff, Kristoff!” Instead of slamming his cock in deep, he holds it back, the crown against my lips as it twitches, and then cum erupts over my tongue and I see stars. The orgasm is so sudden I don’t have time to be afraid, and with his taste still on my tongue when I can think again, I push what might have happened out of my mind to savor my Dad’s bitter musky, tart cum.
He’s crying when I look up, and I can’t stop myself.
I pull off his cock. “I’m still here.”
His laugh is broken by a sob, then he pulls me up and kisses me hard. His tongue is in my muzzle. It’s like it’s searching for confirmation. Like holding me so tightly my spine might break isn’t enough. Then the tension leaves him and we are simply hugging and kissing.
The love in his eyes when he looks at me is…scary. It’s fierce, angry, possessive. I don’t know why it’s so complex, but I hug him tighter, wishing I’d been looked at like that once in my--
I bury my face in his chest, having to turn it sideways. That’s one motion a muzzle complicates. His hand rubs my back, and the silence stretches. It’s surprisingly comfortable. The only other sound is that of the shower, which is still going.
“What do you want to do?” he asks softly.
I chuckle. “Well, the plan was to shower.” I look up at him. “Think we can go back to that without feeling the need to molest your son?”
His smile turns sad. “I’m afraid that what you’re asking for is impossible.”
I smirk. “Then I guess it’s running out of hot water that’s going to stop us.”
“Right.” He smiles. “You guys have limited resources.” He pushes me under the still almost too hot jet and he gasps in surprise. “If you’re counting on that stopping us.” He runs his hands down my chest, pressing against my back, his hard cock between my cheeks. “You could be here for the next hundred years.”
One of my ear tilts. “Really?”
He cups my balls and I’m getting hard again. “Really.”
I grin, moving my ass against his hard cock until the head bumps under my tail. “You know. I don’t think that’s as much of a problem as I thought.”
