Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2015 23:23:14 -0500
From: R D <ssingerr60115@gmail.com>
Subject: Family Tradition

This is a story that contains sex between humans and dogs, as well as
incestous content.

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My son leaned forward over the footstool , thighs splayed apart. His balls
drooped between those hairless thighs, not a hair to be found. His pink
hole flexed and contracted in anticipation.

"Dad, I'm ready," he called. We had been practicing like this for some time
now. The men in this family all grew up following our tradition. A few
fingers and long, lazy rim jobs while growing up was followed by learning
to suck cock. Then, boys learned not just to suck cock, but to worship
it. They learned how to give their bodies to pleasure a cock. They learned
eye contact, avoiding teeth, using both hands. Sam was a natural.

But there was another secret in our family. I'm sure plenty of normal folks
would already be appalled to hear about adult loads being blown on a
cocklet too small to properly cum, but there was a secret even deeper. The
men in our family loved and worshiped all cocks, not just human cocks.

Abel rattled on his leash, tied to a hook in the corner. He didn't like
being left out of the fun, though we all had no doubts that the beast would
take Sam in a heartbeat the moment he was let loose. He had been waiting
for this just as much as we were. The Doberman's red cock drooped from his
sheath, dribbling cum into puddles that he quickly lapped up.  Sam had
spent many nights curled up with the dog, nursing on that massive red
rocket, but it would take proper training before he could finally take it
in his hole.

"Well, son, let's see how well you've been training my grandson," my own
father rumbled, stepping closer. We traveled out to the family cabin for
this. He would tell stories about how his grandfather built it himself,
mating with the wolf pack that lived in the hills, being accepted as one of
their own. While I don't know if that much is true, the old floorboards
were covered in claw marks and scratches, attesting to a long history of
dogs and men who passed through this place.  My father was an imposing
figure.  Even though we had grown to the same height, I still felt as if he
loomed over me when he spoke. His white beard was shaggy and wild,
purposefully unkempt. He pulled his cap down over his bald head and folded
his arms across his broad chest, dressed now in only a pair of boots and a
well-worn jock. I pressed my face to the bulge, breathing it in. My body
shivered as he stripped me down. My cock was aching hard, precum building
up under the hood and dribbling out, falling to the floor with a wet splat.
Abel rattled more, whining, wanting to lick up the precum wasted.

His took a heavy black dog collar and affixed it around my throat. He
guided me to my knees, hands stroking through the blonde crew cut that I
kept. He rumbled lowly, "You'll need to mount your son, boy. You think you
can do that? Think you can be a good dog before the real dog takes his
turn?"

I gave a low woof. My body shivered, letting his words sink into my head. I
needed to be the dog. I needed to prepare my son. Whatever twisted god
blessed our family with this love of cocks and cum would not pleased if my
son failed to take his first knot.

"Daaaaaddy," Sam whined, spreading his cheeks apart with his hands. I did
my best to mimic the dog, rushing over on all fours before leaping atop the
boy. I pressed my weight down onto his back, growling in his ear. The boy
hiked back, just like we practiced. I so badly wanted to reached down and
aim my cock, but this had to be genuine if he wanted the full effect. I
pumped my hips, watching my fat uncut meat sliding around the pre-lubed
boybutt. His cheeks hugged around the shaft, making the glossy purple head
pop in and out of the foreskin. I snarled, letting that primal lust
overtake me.

I landed on target at last and pressed forward hard. The boy only offered a
little whine as his ass was spread wide by daddy cock.

My father stepped up and hooked a leash to my collar, handing the lead to
my son. "Fuck me, Daddy, come on, fuck me!" I pumped hard and fast, losing
the human part of my mind. I wanted to fuck, I wanted to breed, I wanted to
mate with my pup, my son. I crammed the massive cock inside him, feeling
him shudder as his guts shifted around. He laid his head down, drooling
happily as I pounded away at him. The soft skin was damp with sweat, blonde
hair falling in his eyes. I felt myself shudder as I slammed in to the
hilt, boiling cum gushing inside his hole. I shuddered and fell forward,
pressing all my weight down on the tiny creature in my arms, feeling his
hole quickly filling to capacity with the cum that made him.

I stayed still, wanting to simulate that tie, wanting to simulate the
knotting he'd soon receive. My father stroked himself through the dirty
jock. Precum soaked through the fabric. His thick, dirty fingertips circled
in the spots before raising them to his grandson's lips, letting the boy
sample it. Sammy made a face but offered no objection. While I made the boy
lick my pits and hole plenty, my father's musk was not something for
beginners.

"Dog, you stay there inside him. Don't think I won't swat your ass in front
of your son if you fall out," he grunted. I kept myself deep inside my
boy. Had this been any other cheap whore, that might have been a
problem. There were nights growing up that my father and I would tear up
something submissive we picked up from a bar and I'd fight to stay hard
after blowing my load.

But not here. Not burrowed inside my son. My cock throbbed excitement just
thinking about this union, this taboo, thinking about sitting in the stands
during little league practice, looking around at all the dads who would
never know the pleasure of fucking their son.

My father pulled the jock to the side, not bothering to fully remove
it. His own cock drooped under its massive girth. Again, maybe it was just
in my head after years of learning to submit to that cock, but I swear it
never stopped growing all my life. He positioned himself in front of my
boy. Sammy reached up with both hands to carefully peel back the hood. The
pungent smell of MAN filled the room. Precum dribbled out like a facet,
coating my boy's hands as he stroked the massive cock. Those puffy pink
cocksucker lips opened up wide as he took the head in his mouth. He bobbed
his head quickly, tongue lashing around. My father rumbled in
approval. "Dog, you've raised your pup right!" he groaned in approval,
watching his grandson lunge forward. The throat gagged in protest before he
pressed forward another few inches, nose burrowed in the thick thatch of
pubes. He pulled back with a gasp, saliva coating the entire shaft. My
father rumbled happily in approval, slicking his shaft with his calloused
hand.

He put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me out. Sammy let out a yelp of
surprise, cum running down the puffy hole and over that hairless taint. My
father lead by the leash back over to Abel, tying me up to the same
post. The dog immediately dropped down to start licking up the cum from my
cock. I groaned noisily as the eager tongue lashed over my sensitive
cock. I gave his sheath an appreciative squeeze, letting the tip of his
cock poke free. The dog spurted a few volleys of cum into my hand, which I
quickly raised to my mouth, taking in the wonderful flavor of dog cum. My
father moved towards my son as I sat there with the dog, watching in
excitement. He leaned down and rolled that fat tongue along the boy hole to
collect the lost cum. "Grandpa, your beard tickles," Sammy giggled, hiking
his butt up to meet my lecherous father.  I love fucking my son, but there
is something even more wonderfully perverse about watching my son about to
be fucked by a cock 6 times his age. The boy was about to be filled with
the wisdom of over half a century, 11 presidencies. I had watched my father
fuck man, beast, and boy, but the way he fucked Sammy was special. He
seized the soft blonde curls his fingers with one hand and placed the other
firmly on the tiny hip. He yanked hard on both, slamming the boy back onto
his cock.  He didn't bother with the canine role-play. The boy had proven
that he can handle it. This was purely for my dad.

He sat back, carrying the boy with him. He landed on his ass with a thud,
keeping the fidgeting boy there in his lap. "Come on, boy, don't you live
sitting in Grandpa's lap?" he growled, reaching down to give Sammy's little
nail a tug. The boy planted both hands on his grandfather's thighs and
began to bounce, fucking himself on the thick cock. He panted for breath,
grinning in excitement.

"I love it, grandpa! I love my family!" he squealed. My grandfather sat
down, watching the slutty boy get to work, taking the cock down to the
balls before shooting back up. Sammy clenched his hole on the ascent,
dragging the foreskin up and down with him. My father was in hog heaven as
he fishhooked a finger into the boy's mouth. Sammy's eyes went half-lidded
as he began to bob his head, sucking on the finger as if it were a cock. He
couldn't help himself; it was the impulse as soon as something entered his
mouth.

My father took the little cock in his fingers and began to stroke it
quickly. Sammy lost his balance, impaling himself fully on the cock. He
kicked his feet as my father's strong forearm wrapped around his midsection
to keep him steady. "Don't make me cum, don't make me cum!" he begged, body
shaking.  My tugged and tugged and tugged before suddenly letting go and
pulling the boy off. Sammy fell in a crumbled heap, panting for breath. His
cock bounced and twitched, on the verse. Sammy's eyes wrenched shut, trying
to come down from the narrow escape.

My father stood, cock swaying in front of him. He stood before me and sank
the cock back into my mouth. I nursed eagerly, tasting my boy's hole still
fresh on him with a distant hint of my own cum. He unhooked the leash and
then removed the collar. He pulled his cock from my mouth and guided me
back to my feet.

It was time.

I unhooked Abel's leash. I had been expecting the dog to race toward the
boy the moment he was free, but instead, he prowled around the perimeter of
the room. Sammy quickly lowered his shoulders and head in submission. He
rolled over and exposed that soft tummy and still hard boy cock. Abel
approached his mate, steps quickening.

Sammy narrowly jumped forward to place himself over the stool. Abel landed
atop him hard, claws scraping down the boy's back. I felt my own scars burn
as Sammy let out a stifled whine. I had wanted to at least give him a
blanket or a sweatshirt, but my father insisted that it was an important
part of the tradition. I stood over my son together with my father as his
arm wrapped around my shoulder, looking down with pride.

Abel bucked and bucked, cock poking in and out of his sheath, looking for
his target. Sammy moved together with the dog, trying to meet his angle and
movement. Those blue eyes shot open, and I knew it was happening. He fell
still and silent as Abel picked up speed. He was in. My son was being mated
with his dog.  Reality crashed back over him like a wave as Sammy's silence
was broken by a harsh cry. The boy slammed his hips back, wanting to keep
his furry lover deep inside him.  The dog panted, tongue lolled from the
corner of his mouth. Sammy arched his back as far as he could, extending
his tongue, kissing the dog with long licks.

Abel's hips went still as his knot began to swell. Sammy's body
quivered. My father and I both move in front of him as the boy reached up
both shaking hands to grip each cock. He stroked them, far more clumsy that
usual. "Sammy, how do you feel?" my father rumbled, watching the hand
tugging his cock faster.

"Amazing," he gasped breathlessly. "I love it, Grandpa! I can feel him
filling me!" The boy gave a feverish pant as the dog gave a tug, carefully
turning around to keep his ass panted to the boy, knot burrowed deep
between those cheeks. Sammy stroked faster, eyes bright as he looked up at
us. His mouth opened and tongue lolled, as if all the canine DNA swimming
inside him was turning my boy into a dog himself.  He lolled his tongue
more, stroking both cocks. My father let out a wild howl as thick roped of
cum splattered across the boy's face. Sammy didn't bother to close his
eyes, letting it dribble down his forehead and lose, licking up what he
could. He turned that flushed face up towards me as his grandfather's cock
continued to spurt rope after rope across his cheek. The image was too
much. I let out a howl myself and shot my load directly into that mouth. I
sank the cumming head between those lips, watching his cheek puff up in a
struggle to swallow it all down.

Abel raised his head to howl with us, tail wagging faster, getting riled up
from all the excitement. Before we could step in to calm him down, he
lunged forward. Sammy screamed around my cock, reverberating around me as
cum sputtered around the corner of his mouth. The fat knot popped free of
his hole, sending a gush of dog and human cum from the boy's abused hole.

Sammy fell forward as I pulled out my cock. Abel turned and began to
immediately lick at his lover's hole. I fell back too, resting my head
against my son, fingers stroking along his neck in encouragement.  My
father sat down, stroking the dog's ears with pride.

Sammy licked his lips. And again. And again, struggling to clear up enough
cum from his mouth to properly speak. He looked up at me, working up and
exhausted grin. "I love my family."