A ripple of sensation shocked up the wolf’s arm towards his shoulder, then again vibrated through his wrists where he clutched the handle of the wooden training sword. He gritted his teeth, shifted his weight just slightly, anticipated the next swing – then redirected the momentum and swung his opponent’s weapon wide of his body, carrying his own through for a blow aimed at the upper thigh. The other wolf across from him, older, broader in shoulder and arm, much more strongly built after so many years plying the forge for the village, anticipated this move and sidestepped easily, but apparently wasn’t expecting for his son to continue with that same slash towards the other side again. There was the muted smack of sanded wood on bare fur accompanied by a surprised intake of breath, to give way to silence and low, steady panting from each of them.

Then the older wolf threw his head back and laughed, the lines of muscle beneath his chestfur rippling with the sound. “That was a good one!” he shouted, and reached forward to clap his son on the shoulder. “You’re learning, Kage. I love to see that. Have you been practicing with the guards?” 

Panting, arms burning, thighs barely capable of supporting his weight after running the drills and practices, the younger wolf hunched over and took a moment to catch his breath. His throat was dry, his jaw ached from clenching it though he tried his best not to, his ears constantly flicked back and forth in anticipation of another surprise strike, and after a moment he waved the paw still holding the practice sword. “No,” he managed. “Just – an elf who came along with one of the last caravans through town.”

“Ah.” Bandit, his father, nodded and poked the rounded point of his own sword into the grass. “I thought I picked up something new in your stance. You kept yourself a little more open than I taught you-”

“Yes-”

“-but you used that to your advantage. That’s not something any old novice could achieve.” The older wolf straightened up again and crossed his arms over his chest, dark fur streaked and pocked with little scars from his time over the forge, where hot coals and ambitious slag had leapt up and burnt through the heavy apron. For their regular combat practices he and his son both stripped down fully naked, as Bandit always thought the simple pain of failure and mistake was a better teacher than any.

Then he didn’t have trouble with amid the throes of the exercise, but in these breaks in between Kage felt himself slip right back down along the slopes of his father’s other intent: peace and steadiness of mind in the face of distraction. Bandit hefted his sword by the hilt and tugged it up and over his shoulder, shifting his weight onto his other footpaw as he did so; Kage couldn’t help but watch as his father’s sheath bounced against his body, the soft dark fur over thick, supple skin swaying with the movement, then with his heavy sack hanging down further than normal due to the warmth and exertion swinging, bouncing, jiggling down into place. While he watched they continued to shift, pulling slowly up towards his body with the shapes of his balls clearly visible within the soft skin. Little beads of sweat glistened through the fur of his thighs and near his belly.

Bandit shifted again and coughed into a paw. Kage blinked and straightened up, immediately self-conscious for the stir that he felt growing. At least back home he didn’t have to worry about his father being able to see it while it happened, while out here on their own, bare to the world… he looked down, saw the peeking point of reddish-pink flesh, and adjusted his own stance to hopefully hide the evidence behind the handle of his sword. They lacked the distinctive shape and swoosh that his father gave his pieces, as these came from the carpenter at the other side of the village. Always a smart thing for the shops to stock, with their little town straddling the main road that ran to the next big city across the grasslands.

As usual the father-son pair had come out to the forest just past the border of their down, the tree line within view of their property. If Kage stood on his toes and craned his neck he could just barely make out the wisp of smoke coming up from their chimney, but at the sound of soft grass being flattened beneath moving footpaws he snapped into attention again, sword coming up at an angle out in front of himself. Bandit stood a few paces away halfway bent over in stretching his fingers down towards his toes, brushy tail sticking out at an angle; seeing his son’s reaction his ears flicked, and he smiled.

“Good on you,” he said, and nodded. “I think it’s time for a break, though. Rest the muscles, and gods know I need to, ah…” Here the older wolf straightened up and braced his paws on his hips, sheath and sack once more jiggling to one side. “Take a moment to relax. Would you follow me?”

Kage tilted his head. “Follow?”

“Of course. It’s important to stay hydrated when undergoing rigorous physical exercise.” Bandit nodded back towards the trees, where each of the wolves’ ears naturally angled in response to the half-heard sound of a burbling river. “And doing so will, in turn, extract its due. You drank at least as much as I did. Come on.”

Maybe he had seen. Bandit thrust his sword right back down into the earth and turned to head into the forest, with Kage following soon after him. The younger wolf kept his gaze along his father’s back as he led him in, the lines of his shoulders visible beneath his fur, muscles tightening and then relaxing with his pace; his tail swung side to side, again and again showing his rump chiseled into shape after so much work across so many years, with the back of that hanging sack jiggling in between his legs whenever he took a particularly long stride to step over a fallen log or down across a slight ridge.

The older wolf led his son only a short distance there into the woods, as there really was no particular reason to go much further. This wouldn’t be the first time today the two had broken to take care of natural biological needs, and due to their village’s proximity to the deep woods Bandit had taught Kage a few certain strictures about this kind of behavior: even though they were ‘civilized’, they were still wolves, and their mark and presence would have an impact on whatever game lived out there, so usually they kept their quick visits within view of their favored clearing, or more preferably down by the river itself.

It didn’t take Kage long to realize that the latter of these was indeed where Bandit was taking them, based on the familiarity of the trail as well as the steadily growing trickle of running water, drawing his ears. So many memories briefly flashed through his memory when he saw the curling serpent of the river as it made its way through the trees here, spilling easy over the low, rounded gravel banks. There was the rock where he would lie back as a younger pup, resting his limbs from the exercises and practices his father put him through for when he would take over at the forge; there was the little side-pool where he would cool his paws from the mistakes and clumsiness of a novice handling hot metal and burning coals; down there at the bend his father showed him how to construct a trap out of sticks and grass fibers for the little shelled creatures that bumbled around near the floor of the river.

And now it was his father who strode up to the bank of the river, entire body bare to the sky and forest all around, and braced one paw on his hip with the other coming forward to hold his sheath away from his body. Forefinger and thumb caressed the base, a gentle tug just slightly pulling that plump, naturally slick skin back to reveal the tapered red flesh of his tip. Kage leaned forward a little bit, his own paws down between his legs to try to hide his growing arousal; he swallowed, licked his lips, sniffed at the air as he felt the familiar twist and bite of Bandit’s musk wafting up and out, then glanced up when the older wolf shuddered, tilted his head back, sighed…

But then the younger shifted where he stood, coughed, and nudged at his father’s side. Bandit opened his eyes with a blink, his concentration broken, and then looked down first at his half-revealed shaft and then at his son. A single pale drop dribbled down from that tapered tip, rolling down over his fingers until it soaked the fur of his finger.

“Yeah?” He tilted his head. “What is it, Kage? Did you see something?”

“No. Well – uh, yes, but I was just thinking…” The younger wolf waited until he knew that Bandit was watching him, and then nonchalantly moved his paws away from his burgeoning arousal. “Maybe, ah, we could…”

Blue eyes immediately flicked down. Before Kage could continue, then, Bandit smirked and rolled his eyes, then turned to more fully face his son, still clutching the base of his sheath in his fingers. “Well,” he said, “I’m about to burst, so make it fast. What do you need?”

Kage swallowed again. He knew that Bandit knew what he wanted, which meant that this was likely another one of his father’s classic exercises in character or something else: he wanted him to say it, to put it into words. So the younger wolf waffled around where he stood, embarrassment and slight humiliation thrumming through him despite himself; this was by far not the first time the two had indulged in something like this, and yet it still set his heart fluttering and got him short of breath. He wet his lips, tried to pull his gaze away from his father’s sheath, the flesh of his cock glistening in the sunlight from up above, those heavy balls hanging beneath… and then he stepped past Bandit towards a rather large, rounded boulder by the riverside, stood there a moment, and then knelt down along the bank.

His father scoffed again, now widening his stance a bit where he stood before him. “That’s what you want, huh?” he rumbled; Bandit reached his other fingers down to scoop underneath his balls, giving them a small heft and bounce before letting them swing back down again. “You think you performed well enough in practice to deserve it?”

“I think,” and Kage reached up to hook his own thumb around his father’s sheath, brushing Bandit’s fingers away, “you’re so close to bursting that you don’t have a choice.” Even just wrapping his fingers around the upper rim of this plump, warm flesh further ignited the stir between his own legs, making him grind and squirm where he knelt.

For a moment the older wolf just glared down at him through those sharp eyes, then chuckled and adjusted himself again. “You’re right,” he acceded, and wet his lips. “Better open up, pup, since I’m… right about to…”

He trailed off, leaving the only sounds the quiet murmuring of the river nearby and then the wind in the trees. Then Bandit’s shoulders lifted up and back and his muzzle briefly clouded over with concentration, lips coming forward, ears splaying back; his eyes fluttered shut, he swallowed again, he shivered… and then he let out a low, relaxed sigh, all of the tension fizzling out of his body.

Then barely a second later Kage felt the stir and shudder throughout Bandit’s cock still hilted in its sheath, soon accompanied by the familiar spray and trickle starting out over his thumb. It hung there for a few seconds, more dribbling than anything, coursing down over the revealed flesh of his shaft and then Kage’s thumb underneath; it trailed down between his balls, dripped free there, and disappeared into the gravel underneath, but then with a slight push and another sigh it strengthened into a fuller stream, arcing up and away from his tapered tip.

Kage leaned back a little bit, letting his father’s mark come up and across his chest. He watched as the pale yellow glittered in the sunlight from overhead, stray dripples and sprays leaping off to splatter across the gravel underneath him, or his shoulders, or his legs, or even his muzzle in a few spots. That scent continued to curl up and wrap around him, soaking into his senses just the same as the warmth did for his fur: the curling tendrils of Bandit’s musk squeezed at his nose and dug deep, wiping away everything else around him until it was just the two of them here, his own father marking him down as he drained himself.

The younger wolf opened his eyes a little bit and looked up towards the source of that stream, now coursing at its full strength and speed. He held his father’s sheath back past the tip of his shaft, wet red flesh jiggling gently as he continued to empty out; Kage gave a little squeeze, swallowed, then pressed down at the back to aim Bandit further down across himself, his stream tightening into a straighter shot that audibly splashed when it impacted his already soaked chest. Up past this plump sheath and shaft spread Bandit’s tight, muscle-ridged belly, bare chest above that, and then his muzzle tilted back and slightly to the side, lips parted and eyes gently shut with the relief.

So Kage continued aiming it back and forth across himself, loving the way that the warmth and wetness poured down his body and cut through his fur. He looked down across himself again, drops of that pale yellow falling free from him wherever his fur matted together: it spread easily down over his shoulders and his own chest, following the lines of his muscles in towards his hips and then down there, the warmth a pleasant, inviting touch around the base of his own sheath and sack, halfway hard just from the marking. He lowered his other paw down there and smeared his father’s scent back and forth over himself, letting it spread down around the base and then dribble off.

He closed his eyes as well beneath the pouring heat, each inhalation through his nose or his mouth heavily carrying Bandit’s scent. There was the rich bite of lupine musk, the sharp undertone of his mark, and then the cooler, richer, more formidable presence of his own personal touch, so similar to Kage’s own for their relation yet still so different on its own… the younger wolf tightened his paw around his father’s sheath and squeezed it back a little further, drawing an instinctive gasp and buck from the older wolf. This caused his stream to briefly pinch and then spray across his muzzle before it settled back into its rhythm, with Kage still steadily stroking at himself as he received it.

Bandit tilted his head down and looked over his son with his eyes half-lidded, muzzle caught between relief and pleasure. Kage swallowed, licked his lips, then once more adjusted the other wolf’s aim for him, now bringing it up along his chest. Then he moved it along his shoulder, and tilted his head away for it to spray across his neck; then up along his jaw, eyes still fixed on Bandit’s, the two watching each other while Kage kept on going…

…and then he rolled his head forward again and dropped his mouth open, tongue out. The first splash of it made him shiver and straighten up with the sharpness, and then he leaned into it, angling his muzzle so that the only drops that came free were stray splashes that happened to leap from the pool already gathering there. It filled up around the base of his tongue and flooded further, the heat of it simmering in his maw, practically steaming there.

The further that Bandit filled his gaping maw, the closer Kage brought himself in to the source. Soon the warmth of fresh piss melded with the warmth of the older wolf’s sheath and shaft, hotter and in a way even more humid: Kage tilted his head, let some of the gathered mark pour down out of the edge of his lips, then slid in, touched his mouth to his father’s shaft, let it spray up against the roof of his mouth, and then finally closed his lips around it, shifting his paw further back to the base to let him continue. Slowly he worked his tongue out along the underside, cupping the hot, firm flesh until he dug gently beneath the rim of his sheath, where he could feel the gentle pace of his stream before it emptied out of him; then, cheeks bulging with the volume that he had drained into him, Kage closed his eyes again, took in a breath, and swallowed.

The rich, acrid saltiness spread across the back of his throat and down into his belly, the sheer heat of Bandit’s mark coursing palpably through down. Then he swallowed again, and again, and again, until he had downed everything that he had caught there, with more to come – though satisfied with the taste, now the younger wolf drew back, let the rest spill out of his mouth, and leaned back again, now nearly lying back on the gravel with both his paws between his legs. Panting softly, fully hard in his sheath with the bulge of his still unswollen knot straining at the lip of his sheath, he squeezed down at himself, gave a few more strokes, then met Bandit’s eyes again, and licked his lips.

The older wolf took over his aiming now, spraying back and forth across the younger’s chest. Kage shivered with delight and then pinched at his sheath with both paws, thumbs slipping easily under the moist, supple skin; he gripped at the exterior with his fingers and then tugged that little pouch open. Bandit understood immediately, a little rumble thrumming through his body as he took a half-step back and aimed himself, now halfway hard as well, down towards his son’s opened sheath.

Kage’s head rolled back with the sudden sensation of that rich heat flowing down into the sensitive pockets there, subsuming the base of his cock and root of his knot in sweet, indulgent warmth and wetness. As Bandit’s aim trickled down and away from the impromptu bowl there, Kage opened his eyes again just in time to see him finish up, the last few drops dribbling free from his tip; the older wolf sighed again, gave himself a few shakes, and then finally dropped his paws away from himself, his half-hard shaft hanging heavily away from his body and still dripping.

His son squirmed where he knelt, fresh piss still bubbling and steaming where he had caught it within his stretched sheath. Bandit gave himself a few more strokes, pushing back far enough to squeeze around the rim of his own sheath and draw it forward so that it tugged right back beneath the stretch, and waved himself off towards Kage before him. The younger wolf shivered again, swallowed, then let the natural elasticity of the skin there clamp back down around himself – and wrapped a forefinger and thumb around the lip as well to trap that gathered mark there inside of his ballooned sheath, squishing and sloshing in place, curling all around his sensitive root like a dexterous tongue until the heightened pressure forced it to squirt out and around him, further soaking his groin and the gravel underneath him.

Then he sat back and kept himself propped up on his paws, his own cock bouncing against his belly, pulsing in his slightly stretched sheath, dripping freely with his father’s mark. Bandit reached up and scratched at a spot on the side of his muzzle with one paw, the other motioning towards Kage in front of him.

“Well,” the older wolf rumbled, “come on, Kage. You never leave your old man hanging.”

He straightened back up, thoughts clouded with arousal and indulgence, and then reached up. Bandit shivered as soon as Kage wrapped his fingers around the base of his sack, giving his hefty balls a gentle tug – which pulled his shaft down closer towards his muzzle. The younger wolf tilted his head up, nuzzled along the moistened underside, then curled his tongue out to cup it from underneath.

“Oh, what’s this?” he purred, working his way further down towards Bandit’s sheath. Another shudder bounced through the older wolf as Kage slipped his tongue down beneath the supple skin there, curling around to the underside and then back up. “You never give me the upper hand.”

A heavy paw came down between his ears, for a moment holding him in place there and then gently drawing him back. Kage opened his eyes and swallowed down the taste of his father’s piss, fresh and bright in the back of his throat, then looked straight forward as Bandit knelt down to come face to face with him.

“Well.” The older wolf went on with a shrug. His sack and shaft hung down nearly to the gravel between his ankles. “It’s important perspective to have when going toe to toe. Come on, Kage. Show me what you’ve got.”

Excitement rippled through Kage as he stood up and took a step and a half back, putting the proper distance between himself and his now kneeling father. It wouldn’t be the first time the two had taken this position, but it still felt unique and enticing to him: he swallowed, once again tasted the other wolf’s mark on his tongue, then gently tugged his still-dripping sheath back between a forefinger and thumb. While he took the time to concentrate and focus, head tilting back and eyes halfway shut, Bandit sprawled out a little further before him, legs out as he lay back. The younger wolf tilted his head forward again, focused, held his breath, aimed himself up and out…

…and then after a moment began with a slow, unsteady few spurts and sprays, barely enough to splash across Bandit’s leg. Then he let out a low breath and relaxed, and felt that warmth start to flow more fully out of him, first trailing weakly down from his tip and only after a few seconds strengthening into a stronger arc.

Through half-lidded eyes he watched as his own piss streamed out and splashed over his father’s bare chest, quickly matting down the fur beneath warmth and tinted wetness. Dark fur melded to a slightly darker shade, thin rivulets following the lines of his ribs and muscles as Kage continued to drain out across him. The older wolf leaned back and sighed with the relaxation and enjoyment, still staying propped on one arm but now stroking himself with the other; Kage watched, and adjusted his aim downwards to spray out over the other wolf’s now fully hard shaft, pale yellow splashing out and trickling down between his thighs, along his sack, over his hips.

The scent in the air sharpened and mixed between the two of them, Kage’s musk entwining with his father’s and blending together, similar yet different, strong, male, lupine. He heard Bandit’s breathing, shallow and hungry; heard the trickling patter of his own piss rolling off of his body and splashing down among the gravel; felt the warmth oozing down his underside and across his fingers, accompanied by the now slightly tacky, sticky sensation of Bandit’s mark drying into his fur. Each inhalation through his nose brought back that same mix of aromas, his own fresher, brighter mark over his father’s lower, slightly older one.

It ignited his senses and arousal to pick up his scent on Bandit, and Bandit’s on himself. Kage ran his other paw up through the fur along his belly and chest, head tilting back again with his tongue hanging out in the delicious relief. For a while he just let himself spray wherever his body wanted to, forefinger and thumb splayed out at the base of his sheath with a few rolls of the thick skin tugged back, the natural pulses and throbs from his body causing his stream to jump and shift.

The sound of Bandit shifting again drew his attention down to his target. Kage looked down once more and held his breath, his father halfway propped up with his eyes closed and mouth open, vigorously pawing himself off while the other wolf’s fresh mark poured down from his chest and shoulders. Feeling his son’s gaze he, too, opened his eyes, smirked up at him, and then leaned right into that stream so that it splashed across the bridge of his muzzle, stray droplets catching along his brow and making him flutter his eyes.

Kage couldn’t help but grin in return. He moved his other paw down to cup his own sack, still wet and dripping with Bandit’s mark, and then rolled his sheath forward over his half-formed knot, aimed himself forward and down – and then back up when his father parted his lips and craned his head back, inviting the younger wolf to fill his maw. He did so with delight, first spraying directly against the roof of his mouth and watching the level of the pale yellow pool steadily rise, then down a bit to splash directly into what had gathered there. Bandit let it fill up a bit further than Kage had, then kept his mouth open when he swallowed. Loose overflow spilled out of the corners of his mouth and down his shoulders, and in a few more gulps he had completely emptied what he had caught save for what Kage continued to drain into him.

Then, though, the older wolf closed his mouth, swallowed again, and sat back, now spreading his legs while he worked at himself. Kage also widened his stance and aimed back down, deliberately trickling out across the tip of his father’s shaft and down across his paw while it slid back and forth over himself, pawpads sucking and slurping at hot, wet flesh smeared in fresh mark. It pooled along his belly and hips and poured down from there, splashing as the younger wolf adjusted his aim back and forth, then again and again. Kage could tell he was coming towards the end of his volume, and as such he put a little more pressure behind his release, angling his hips slightly forward and bucking into the air to try to maintain the distance. This resulted in a few haphazard sprays and spurts across Bandit’s muzzle and chest, the older wolf now sitting upright with one paw at his chest wiping in Kage’s mark, the other pushing down towards his knot as it pulsed, and swelled, and twitched – and then he gasped.

Then again, and again; Bandit’s lips curled back and his fangs gritted together, and he nearly fell backwards with the force of the finish that pounded through him, fingers cupped underneath his knot to tug at his root along each rope of hot white that jetted out across the dark fur of his chest and belly. He bucked forward with another spurt, then relaxed back, then twitched as another emptied out across his fingers, and another; and now above him Kage had started in much the same pace, still clutching his sack with one paw and stroking at himself with the other, eyes dancing back and forth across the other wolf’s soaked, dripping form and the swollen hard shaft twitching against his belly.

Bandit lay back across the gravel again, chest heaving in slow, steady panting. He met his son’s eyes once more and then looked down to watch the show on display here before him, paw at his muzzle so he could lap the stickiness off each and every finger. Kage gritted his teeth as well, body still tingling with the sweet relief of the needed release, and shuddered; he could still smell himself on top of Bandit’s mark, then each wolf’s individual musk tickling at his nose, and the growing scent of the other’s finish. Everything wrapped together and crystallized, firing sweet indulgent pressure through him, and – then he bucked, and jerked, and nearly doubled over himself with the first spurt that sprayed out across Bandit still sitting there before them, the sensation so bright and sharp so soon after his marking.

Kage sucked in a breath through flared nostrils, rich with scent, then buckled as the sensation lanced through him again, and again. He pressed his paw back against the base of his sheath and thrust forward along each powerful spurt, barely able to watch the way the ropes arced out and splattered across Bandit’s muzzle, his shoulder, his chest, and his own still-hard cock: the older wolf lifted up into it and let out a sigh of his own, then leaned forward as Kage’s distance dribbled down.

He waited until all of that sensation finally trickled out of him, leaving him dazed and winded, and then held a paw down to help his father up. Their pawpads stuck together.

“So,” Kage said between panting, “call it there, then?”

 To his expectation the older wolf tossed his head back and laughed. “As if! Who do you think I am? We’re still training, son – it’s important that you know how to maintain your head amid… ample distractions.” His other arm worked its way around Kage’s body and squeezed at the base of his shaft behind his knot, nearly making the other wolf fall where he stood.

As soon as his step faltered, though, Bandit seized both of Kage’s hips and held him there, then used that leverage to swiftly step behind him – and then Kage found himself bent forward with his father’s still-hard shaft resting warmly alongside the base of his tail.

“Let’s go get cleaned up first,” he rumbled, then dragged his tongue alongside Kage’s cheek right where he had marked earlier. The younger wolf smelled himself on Bandit’s breath. “And then we can try… a new exercise.”

Kage grinned and pressed back against him. “Is this another endurance exercise?”

“You could call it that. Waterfall at the head of the river first, and then… ah, the hot spring, further back in the woods…”