Two Boys, Don and Ken, A Dad and a loving Dog

In a barn, summer ‘68, a lonely boy is initiated into a father and son's secret world of taboo, finding a twisted but loving family he never knew he wanted.

Disclaimer: Welcome to a world where forbidden desire is the only rule. This story is part of a collection where all lines are meant to be crossed. If you keep reading, you're already on the other side.
Reader discretion is advised.
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This short story is a combination of experience and a touch of fantasy shared by a reader named Don.

The summer of ‘63 baked the asphalt of our small town, but the real heat was in Ken’s barn. Ken was a couple of years ahead of me, a sixteen-year-old god in my fourteen-year-old eyes. Tall, with a shock of blonde hair and an easy confidence that seemed to radiate from him. We were bound by a single, glorious purpose: building a go-kart from a heap of scavenged junk. His dad worked long, soul-crushing hours at the mill, ever since his mom took off, leaving us the run of the property. The barn was our kingdom, and their yellow Lab, Girly, was our silent, furry subject.
The air in the tool shed was thick with the scent of oil, sawdust, and dry hay. It was the kind of morning that promised sweat. Ken and I were both in cutoff shorts and t-shirts, our bodies starting to show the signs of the men we were becoming. That’s when he first did it. He didn’t announce it, just walked toward the open barn door, his back to me. With a casualness that stole my breath, he hooked his thumbs under the elastic of his shorts and pushed them down to his knees, exposing his pale, firm ass. He let loose a hard, steaming stream of piss into the dirt. He glanced over his shoulder, a sly, challenging smile playing on his lips.
My own cock twitched, a familiar, thrilling sensation. A knot of confusion tightened in my stomach. This was wrong. I knew it was wrong. But he wanted me to look. He wanted me to see. And a dark, curious part of me wanted to see, too. I saw everything. His cock, even soft, was a marvel to me—a thick, five-inch tube of flesh, perfectly circumcised, crowned with a neat patch of blonde pubic hair. My own groin had a sparse patch of dark hair, a recent development I was secretly proud of.
He finished, shook off the last drops, and turned, letting his shorts ride low on his hips. "Ever get a hard-on?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
"Yeah, sure," I mumbled, my face burning with a mix of shame and excitement.
"What do you do with it?"
"What else is there to do?" My voice was a low mumble.
Just then, Girly ambled over, nudging his hand with her wet nose. Ken’s smile widened. "There's more," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Sometimes, I let Girly help me out. Her tongue on my cock... on my ass... it's fucking incredible." He saw the disbelief and raw curiosity warring with my fear. "You should try it. She loves it."
He didn't wait for an answer. He leaned against a workbench, pulling his shorts down to his ankles. His cock was already starting to swell, thickening and lengthening as he called the dog over. "C'mere, girl. Lick." Girly needed no further encouragement. Her long, rough tongue lapped at his balls, then slid up the length of his rapidly hardening shaft. Ken groaned, his head falling back. "See? Fuck, that's it."
He looked at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Your turn." My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of no-yes-no-yes. But I couldn't have said no if I wanted to. I stepped forward, my own shorts suddenly feeling painfully tight. I mimicked him, pushing them down. My own hard cock sprang free. Girly’s tongue on me was a revelation—a hot, wet, abrasive heat that sent jolts of pure pleasure straight up my spine, silencing the last of my hesitation. It was the most intense thing I had ever felt.
"See?" Ken breathed, now fully erect, his cock a magnificent, nearly seven-inch spear. "There's even more." He knelt beside Girly, his hand moving between her legs. "This is her pussy," he said, his fingers parting her folds to reveal a glistening, pink opening. I had never seen anything like it. "And this," he said, his voice thick with pride, "is what dogs are for!"
Girly seemed to understand. She turned, presenting herself to him, her tail held to the side, her swollen pussy staring back at him. Ken positioned himself, the head of that beautiful cock nudging against her entrance. With three slow, deliberate thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt. The sight was so raw, so primal, it almost made me cum on the spot.
"Straddle her back," he commanded. I was easily tall enough to do it, my legs on either side of her warm body. He wanted my cock right in front of his face as he fucked her. He watched me, his eyes locked on my hardness as he pumped into the dog’s willing cunt. After a few minutes, he guided Girly to lie down on her belly, never pulling out. He continued his slow, deep rhythm.
"Bring that cock here," he ordered. I stopped forward, standing above him, my heart pounding. He reached out, his rough hand wrapping around my shaft, and guided it directly into his mouth. The wet, velvety heat of it was pure heaven. He took me deep, his tongue swirling around the head. This was my first blowjob, and it was being given to me by a sixteen-year-old god while he was balls-deep inside a dog.
"This helps me stay hard," he grunted, pulling off for a second. "Makes me cum harder. I love seeing sperm. The more, the better."
"Sperm?" I knew the word, but had never seen it.
He laughed. "I'll show you after."
He went back to work on my cock while he picked up his pace, fucking Girly with vigorous, powerful strokes. The sounds of his grunts, the wet slap of his skin against hers, and the soft slurping of his mouth on me filled the shed. It was a symphony of depravity. Soon, he was grunting louder, his body tensing as he emptied himself deep inside her. He pulled out, and I saw it—a thick, white glob of his cum oozing from her puffy, well-used cunt. That must be sperm.
"Go for it," he said, nodding at Girly. "She's eager for you. See how she's licking you?" Girly had indeed turned her attention back to me, her tongue lapping at my aching balls. I was so close I could taste it.
Ken helped guide me toward her gaping entrance. She was slick with her juices and his cum. "Fuck, that is amazing!" I groaned as I sank into her. She was incredibly tight, a hot, velvet glove gripping my cock.
"Now move," Ken instructed. "Just do what you saw me doing." I did. I mimicked his rhythm, and the pleasure was instantaneous, overwhelming. Between the sight of him watching, the memory of his mouth, and the exquisite feel of Girly's cunt, I didn't last long. My own orgasm ripped through me, and I blasted my own load of sperm into her, mixing with his.

The following weekend was rainy. We were in the living room, watching cartoons, with Girly pacing restlessly. She kept flashing her rear at us, and I noticed her pussy looked... swollen. Ken laughed. "See that? How she's all puffy and clear? That means she's horny. She wants to be fucked."
Just then, his dad, Noel, walked in. He was shorter than Ken, maybe 5'6", but built solid, with handsome, rugged features. He saw the dog, a knowing grin spreading across his face. "Good girl. You horny, looking for your boys to give you some attention?" He knelt, scratching her ears as she licked his face. He looked at us both. "Turn that damn thing off. You've got a girl here who's all hot for it, and not the ball kind. Well, get naked, get hard, and let's give this girl the cocks she wants!"
He led by example, stripping off his clothes without an ounce of shame. His cock was even bigger than Ken's—a thick, eight-inch monster that hung heavily between his legs. The door was locked, and in seconds, we were all naked. But this time was different. Noel looked at me, then at his son, and a silent understanding passed between them.
"Go on, son," Noel said, his voice a deep, commanding growl. "Show our guest how it's done."
My heart was thumping, but not just from lust. This felt different. I was an observer now. Ken mounted Girly right there on the living room rug, and as he did, his father knelt beside him, not to join in, but to watch. He rested a hand on Ken's lower back, a gesture of such easy intimacy it made my chest ache.
"That's my boy," Noel murmured, his voice thick with pride. "Take your time. Make her feel it." He wasn't just watching his son fuck a dog; he was admiring him, guiding him with his presence. There was a love there so pure and so twisted it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I felt a pang of jealousy—not a bitter one, but a deep, longing ache to be a part of that connection.
After Ken finished, adding his load to the mix, Noel finally turned his full attention to me. His eyes were hungry, but there was a warmth there, too. "Your turn, boy. But first..." He knelt in front of me. "Seeing a developing young hard-on is a joy to experience." His mouth engulfed me, and I was lost in a man's desperate, hungry need. He was a vacuum, a force of nature, sucking my cock with an expertise that left me trembling.
He helped me take my turn with Girly, then stood up, his own magnificent cock still hard. "I need cum," he said, looking at me. "Wanna see what a real man's sperm looks like?"
I was game. I knelt in front of him, my shaking hands wrapping around his thick, stiff shaft. He showed me how to stroke him, my hands sliding up and down the velvet-over-steel length of his man-meat. "You're a natural, boy! Don't stop!" He lay back on the couch, his huge cock poking straight up, a steady bead of clear fluid leaking from the tip.
"That's precum," he grunted.
It wasn't long before his back arched. "Fuck, boy, you're doing an incredible job—I'm about to cum!" And then it happened. A thick, white rope of his cream leapt from his cock, followed by another, and another, six or seven massive blasts, with more drooling out after. He was completely spent.
"Scoop some up with your fingers," he urged. "Try it." I did. It was slightly salty, but not bad. His cock was right there, so close to my mouth. I leaned forward and swallowed his barely softening penis. He got hard again instantly.
"Shit, there's nothing like having a young boy's mouth on your cock!" he groaned.
After I made him cum a second time, he sat up, pulling me into a one-armed hug. Ken came over and sat on the other side of him. We were a tangle of limbs on the couch, the three of us. Noel kissed the top of Ken's head, then mine.
"Being alone, a father and son, we had to find ways to bond," Noel said softly, his voice rumbling through his chest. "To conquer the frustration that fucks with a boy's mind." He looked at Ken with pure love. "This is our family secret."
I looked from Noel's handsome, rugged face to Ken's younger, smoother one. They were both looking at me, not with lust, but with an invitation. A welcome. I wasn't just a guest anymore. I was part of the secret. Part of the family. I leaned my head against Noel's chest, listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart, and for the first time all summer, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

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