A Tight Problem

Dean Guiscard Sr. had just finished grilling some burgers on the back patio, probably too many for just him and D.J., but he wasn't used to cooking for only the two of them yet. In fact, he wasn't used to cooking every day, so burgers with a side of frozen french fries were still the pinnacle of his culinary skills. They seemed to be young Dean's favorite anyway, so having them three nights a week with pizza night mixed in did make things easier for the recent divorcee.

He'd hoped to cheer up D.J., who had gone upstairs to his room looking sullen after their morning spent at the Furry Paws Family Fun Center. So Dean made some extra burgers, hoping to enjoy a meal in the living room while watching whatever D.J. picked out on Furflix. Some quality father-son bonding usually helped to lift the 10-year-old's spirits. Dean worried that he still wasn't spending enough time with his son, especially since he'd left D.J. to the pool while he worked out in the gym that day.

However, as Dean headed upstairs to announce that dinner was ready, he heard faint crying coming from behind D.J.'s bedroom door. The house was too large for just the two of them, this suburban two-story home felt empty despite being filled with memories and evidence of happier times. D.J.'s door was adorned with childish drawings, posters of cartoon characters, and a few crude attempts at his own art.

He grew increasingly worried as he approached the door. Could the cub be missing his mom more than he let on? Nancy had packed up and left without a word to their son, not even offering joint custody.

"Why is this happening to me?" The plaintive whisper was punctuated by the young fox's sobs. Normally, Dean would have simply burst into the room shouting "Dinner and movie time!" But this time, he gently knocked on the door, trying to give his son a moment to himself before intruding.

Dean tried not to let his concern show as he knocked on his son's bedroom door. But his bushy tail twitched anxiously behind him, almost as if it had a mind of its own. "Hey, D.J., the burgers are done, and I'm really looking forward to seeing what movie you pick out for us to watch tonight," he said, putting on his best upbeat dad voice.

"Wait, Dad!" D.J. called out, a hint of panic in his voice.

But it was too late. The door was already swinging open, revealing the cub clutching a blanket to his midsection. His reddish-brown fur, which was slowly replacing his downy cub coat, was visible on his legs and the small patch of chest not covered by the blanket. His shorter tail, sitting upright in position, vibrating nervously. The clothes he had worn home from the rec center lay in a heap at the foot of his bed, which was surrounded by a clutter of toys. An overflowing laundry basket sat in the corner of the messy room.

"Hey, no worries, buddy," Dean said, trying to lighten the mood as he strode across the room to close the curtains. "If you want to be naked in your own bedroom, that's no big deal. Just remember to close the curtains, okay?" He glanced back at his son, who was struggling to meet his father's eyes, guilt written all over his face. "It's not like I don’t see all of you in the rec center showers anyway. Ain't got nothing I haven't seen before."

But D.J. still looked on the verge of tears again. "What's going on, D.J.?" Dean said softly as he reached out a paw and gently stroked the back of his son's head. “Is everything alright?" Dean asked, his upbeat facade cracking just a bit as he tried to get to the bottom of his son's strange behavior.

He gently stroked behind the cub's ears to ease his tension; a trick he had learned the cub enjoyed since he was a baby. "Did something happen today?" Dean asked again, even as he was unwilling to broach the subject of the boy's estranged mother. "You know you can tell me anything." At least he hoped that was the case.

It took a moment and a few more tears leaking around the cub's eyes before he responded. "I think it's broken," he whispered.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed to put himself at eye level with his son. "What's broken, buddy?"

"My wiener is broken." Now that he had started, D.J.'s worries started to flow out of him. He took a deep, ragged breath and then unleashed. "After you went to the gym, I met with Garth, Kevin, and Ozzy, and we got ready to go to the pool like always. We got in the shower like we're supposed to before swimming, and Garth pulled down his trunks and showed us his thingy. It was all stiff and out of his sheath. Then the others did it too, but mine couldn't do what theirs did. But then Mr. Prince came in the shower and we all ran to the pool, but I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"Do you mean you couldn't get an erection….” He searched for a word that D.J. would know better. ”....hard what like they did?" Dean asked gently, trying to clarify.

D.J. nodded, sniffling a bit. "Yeah, and then when I got home, I tried again to see if it would work, but it just wouldn't come out!"

He started crying again, his words becoming harder to understand through the tears. "It… it's not broken, is it, Dad? I… I don't wanna be broken!"

Dean's eyes softened with empathy as he wrapped his arms around his son, shushing away the tears. Dean did his best not to be judgmental about the boys playing with themselves in the shower or showing off their penises to one another. He had been a young, curious kid too, but figured this wasn't the time to talk about discreet exploration. He focused on the task at hand. "Can you tell me how it feels when you tried to do it?" he asked, trying to get a better understanding of the situation.

The fox cub stifled his tears again. "It sort of hurt a bit when I tried it. But I tried anyway." His ruddy eyes, so like his mother’s, looked up at Dean with a mix of vulnerability and trust.

"That sounds serious then," Dean said, his voice full of concern. But he also knew his next words would not go over well. "Maybe we should see your doctor about it." D.J. always disliked going to the pediatrician.

"Can't I just show you, Dad?" D.J. looked up at him with tearful eyes, his lips trembling as he fought to hold back more sobs. He looked less like a fox cub at that moment and more like a pouting puppy. "Maybe I just don't know how to do it right."

It sort of seemed inevitable that this was going to happen, but still, Dean was caught off-guard when D.J. pulled back the blanket he was using to shield his nakedness. Although nudity was never really a big deal between them, they had both seen each other naked plenty of times, this felt different somehow. D.J.'s reddish-brown eyes locked with his father's golden ones, silently pleading for help and understanding.

"Okay, buddy. Show me what happens when you try." Dean released his son from the hug and gently encouraged D.J. to slide his body down the bed, leaving his head resting on his father's thigh. "But make sure you stop if it feels uncomfortable at all."

As he looked down at his naked son, Dean couldn't help but feel a surge of love and pride. D.J. was growing up so fast, losing his baby fat as he grew taller. His foot-paws were getting bigger, and even his sheath was starting to look a little more mature. It was no longer just an immature little nub; his boy was becoming a young man right before his eyes.

D.J. awkwardly toyed with his sheath, his eyes downcast as if concentrating hard on making it work properly. He pinched the tip of his sheath and tugged it slightly, likely imitating what his friend had done earlier. The sheath responded, starting to show signs of growth and filling out.

"You're doing great, D.J.," Dean encouraged softly, his golden eyes shining with warmth and affection. "Just take your time and don't force it."

D.J. looked up at his father, a small smile on his face as he continued to explore. He moaned softly, a mixture of surprise and pleasure as he felt the changes happening.

"That's it, buddy. You're growing up so fast, and I'm so proud of you," Dean praised his son, gently stroking his fur. He knew this was a special moment, one that demonstrated the close bond between father and son. His heart swelled with love for his growing boy.

His words seemed to have an unbidden effect on his son, whose sheath gave a little lurch in response. D.J. groaned again, but this time, the sound held more of a painful grunt to it.

"Is it hurting?" Dean asked, allowing a bit of worry to slip into his words. He felt a twinge of guilt as his own arousal continued to grow, knowing that his boy seemed to be in a bit of pain.

"This is what I mean, Daddy." D.J. stopped stroking his sheath. The little furry tube was engorged as it strained to hold his son's small boner. "When I get a 'rection,'" he tried to mimic his father's words, "it starts to hurt. And it won't come out." He started to get a little teary-eyed again, and Dean unconsciously rubbed the boy's tummy to soothe him.

"I've seen how you pull back your sheath when you pee, but I can't do that either. My wiener is broken!" D.J. curled up into a ball, trapping Dean's paw as his son buried his face into his sweatpants.

Dean's guilt rose further as his cock started to harden, slipping easily from its sheath as D.J.'s sobbing face pressed up against it. He could feel the boy's hot, hard sheath pressed against the back of his paw. But at least he knew the cause of his son's distress: phimosis.

"Hey, buddy. Don't cry. It'll be okay." He tried to keep his voice calm and soothing. "Our neighbor, Billy, used to have the same problem. How about I talk to his dad, Mr. Prince, to see how they resolved it? I could even see if he's free tonight."

"Re... really?" came the hiccupped reply, muffled by Dean's lap. "We can fix my wiener?"

It's not broken, little man. He’s just shy and needs some help." With his free paw, Dean texted his neighbor asking if he had a free evening. "And I know just the man to help."

"Um, Daddy?" D.J. asked, all hints of sobbing now gone from his voice. He moved his face from side to side, inadvertently brushing up against Dean's hard cock. "Is your wiener hard?"

Dean was saved from answering by the chime of a response from his phone. "Looks like we're going to have a guest for dinner tonight, D.J.," he said, relieved at the distraction. He gently extricated his leg from his son's embrace, smiling down at the young fox.

"How about we both get ourselves a bit more presentable before they arrive, hmm?" he added, standing up and ruffling D.J.'s fur affectionately. "You can pick out your favorite jammies, and I'll set the table for three."

D.J.'s face broke into a wide grin, his earlier worries momentarily forgotten. "Okay, Daddy!" the young cub replied, scrambling off the bed and digging through his dresser. His pointed little sheath swayed from his movement until he came up with a set of pajamas styled after his favorite soccer star’s uniform.

Dean stepped out of the room, adjusting his own aching erection, and pulled the door closed behind him to give D.J. a moment to dress. He headed downstairs to start setting the table, feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders. Things were looking up. He had a plan to help his son.

* * *

"Vince the Prince!" Dean exclaimed as he opened the door to his neighbor and good friend from his high school days. The Saint Bernard was a massive hulk of a beast, dwarfing the smaller fox with his muscular frame and towering height. His brown fur was thick and well-groomed, and his brown eyes twinkled with mirth as he grinned down at Dean.

"You never get tired of that, do you?" Vincent Prince chuckled, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.

"Well, you peaked in high school, so you might as well keep that title along with the All-State Wrestling Champ of ‘99. It's been downhill from there," Dean teased, stepping back to welcome the man through the door and into his home.

"I'll have you know, I'm doing well for myself since then, too. My construction company earns me a house that yours could easily fit inside of," Vince retorted, never one to let the ribbing go one-sided. He held up a six-pack of beer, still frosty from the fridge, with a knowing grin. "I brought us some beers."

"Thanks for coming over," Dean said, snagging the cardboard handle from the canine's meaty paw appreciatively. 

"I really appreciate the invite," Vince continued, his burly form filling the doorway as he entered. "To be honest, Mary took Billy and Sarah shopping for new clothes this afternoon, and I was just gonna order a pizza for dinner since I don't expect them to be home anytime soon."

D.J. trotted down the stairs. "Hi, Mr. Prince," the cub said somewhat shyly. It was a bit out of place for D.J. to act so quiet, but maybe he was a bit sheepish about talking about his problem with another adult.

"Hey, little man, why don't you show our guest to the dining room while I grab dinner?" Dean asked, hoping to give D.J. something to focus on other than his recent troubles.

"Didn't I tell you to call me Uncle Vinny from now on?" Vince grabbed the boy and tossed him over his shoulder, causing a raucous laughter from the young fox. "Now where is the dining room again?" he asked in mock confusion.

Dean watched as D.J. directed the hulking dog in every direction but the dining room for a moment, before he turned aside to bring out the food. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his son giggling uncontrollably as Vince carried him around the living room.

Finally, D.J. managed to “guide” Vince to the dining room, and the two of them settled down at the table. Dean brought out the burgers, fries, and fixings setting them in the middle of the table.

"Wow, these smell amazing!" Vince said, taking a big whiff of the sizzling burger patties.

"Dad's a pretty good cook," D.J. said proudly, reaching for a bun to start assembling his burger.

"I'm impressed, Dean. You've really upped your game since the divorce," Vince added, piling some pickles and lettuce onto his own burger.

Dean grinned. "Well, I've had to learn a few things. The secret is not burning them. Plus, I have a vested interest in making sure D.J. eats well."

As they ate, the conversation turned to lighter topics, and D.J.'s confidence seemed to return. Laughter filled the room as they chatted about their recent adventures at the recreation center, school, and their plans for the future.

It was a welcome change from the earlier tension, and Dean felt grateful for Vince's presence, which seemed to bring out the best in his son.

Dean took a swig of the lager, enjoying the bitter taste on his tongue before he broached the reason he asked Vince over for dinner. "So, you remember that problem that Billy was having a few years back?" He saw D.J. go quiet and slink down into his chair a bit and he gave his son a reassuring smile.

Vince thought for a moment, then his eyes widened in recognition. "Oh, yeah. The phimosis issue. Honestly, it brought me and Billy closer than ever once we worked out how to fix it. Can you believe that damn pediatrician wanted to snip his sheath a bit...," he trailed off as he glanced over at D.J., who wilted into his chair even further.

"Whoops, sorry, dude," Vince reached over and gave the cub a friendly pat on the shoulder, realizing he'd gotten a bit too graphic. He turned back to Dean, lowering his voice. "He's a bit young to discover that already, isn't he?" he asked, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"You know us foxes, we...uh, mature a bit quicker than others," Dean said, trying to come up with a suitable explanation. "We have a habit of hanging out with boys older than ourselves because of it."

Vince nodded, catching on. "Well, I'd say it's nothing to be ashamed of," he said, turning to D.J. with a grin. "Just means you're growing up strong and healthy. Back in my day, most of us didn't start experiencing that stuff until we were in high school.” But to Dean he gave a knowing glance. “You're just ahead of the curve, my little nephew." 

D.J. looked up at him, visibly brightening at the "nephew" title. He straightened up a bit, feeling a bit more like a big shot for being further along than his peers.

"So, I was hoping that you could help us sort this out since you've got some experience," Dean said, leaving out a direct request for help but letting the implication linger in the air.

But D.J. clung to the chance at getting help from his favorite neighbor. "Please, Uncle Vinny, can you help me?" He gave those some puppy dog eyes that Dean had come to know well. "I want to know how to fix...," his voice dropped to a whisper, "my wiener."

"Of course, D.J.," Vince said, giving the cub a broad smile that seemed to light up his whole face. "We'll make sure your dick... um, wiener is right as rain." He glanced around at the empty plates in front of them, a signal that their meal was finished.

"Since it seems we're done with dinner, why don't we get started? Why don't you head up to your room, and your dad and I will be up shortly to get started."

D.J.'s grin spread across his face, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. His tail wagged wildly behind him, thumping against the chair. "Thank you, Uncle Vinny," he said, his voice filled with excitement and gratitude.

With that, the young cub scampered off to his room, eager to start the process of fixing his phimosis issue. Dean and Vince watched him go, exchanging a knowing glance that spoke volumes about their shared experiences as fathers dealing with the unique challenges of raising a young boy. And Dean detected maybe something else in that glance that reminded him of their times as teenage boys.

* * *

Dean and Vince headed up the stairs towards D.J.'s room, their paws full of supplies. Vince had popped home to grab some special cream and a small pouch, while Dean collected an old towel, a small tub of vegetable shortening, and a hammer.

“Um, what’s the hammer for?” Dean asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his tone.

“I can’t believe you actually grabbed that too.” Vince guffawed. “That was a joke.”

Shaking his head, he set the hammer aside on the hall table. "Are you sure his bedroom is the best place to do this?" Vince’s overeagerness to help was actually making him a little nervous.

"Yeah, you want him to be relaxed and comfortable, and what better place than in his own room? His private space." He gave Dean a reassuring pat on the back, perhaps trying to alleviate some of that tension. "You got this, 'Dad.' We'll help your son out. Just follow my lead, and it'll all work out." Vince winked at Dean as they approached the door.

When Vince opened the door, they were greeted by a very nervous D.J., who was now sitting on the edge of his bed, trying to cover his lap with his paws. The young fox looked up as the door swung open, a mix of apprehension and relief evident on his face.

Dean followed Vince into the room, trying to put on a brave face despite his own nerves. He could tell that D.J. was feeling anxious about the whole situation, and the last thing he wanted was to add to his son's fears by letting his own worry show.

"Alright, chief," Vince said cheerfully as he strode into the room, his confident demeanor helping to put D.J. at ease. "Are you ready for your first exercise?"

The young fox's tail bounced with nervous excitement. "Yeah. Even if it hurts, I'm ready."

"Don't worry, D.J. This shouldn't hurt, but I'm glad to see you're eager. My own boy was more scared then you are." He seemed to muse on that for a bit. "But you've already gotten yourself ready, I see. Alright, let's see what seems to be the issue. Stand up."

The last came as nearly a barked order. Dean was reminded of how the big canine always took charge, and when that happened, you never quite knew where it was going to lead, but you felt compelled to follow.

D.J. stood, letting his paws fall to the side. He was clearly not at all concerned about being seen nude. Well, it wasn't like he had ever been bashful in the locker room, and Vince had already seen him naked there enough times. His little sheath was plumped out already, straining to be able to release the ensnared hardness inside.

"Eager, indeed," Vince chuckled. "And I can see that your ‘guy,’" he seemed to avoid saying the more childish "wiener" that his son preferred, "is just as eager but trapped inside." He held up the bag and jangled the contents. The muffled sound of metal against metal clanged resonated within and he dropped it and the tube of cream on the bed next to D.J. "These should help with that, but it'll take some time and lots of practice."

"But first," he turned to the older fox. "Drop those sweats, Lean Dean, so I can demonstrate for your boy." Dean blanched at the nickname that Vince hadn't used since he was wrestling captain and the fox was a fledgling freshman looking to make the team.

"And remember, D.J.," Vince added, turning his attention back to the cub, "this might be a bit uncomfortable, but it shouldn't hurt. If anything starts to hurt or feel wrong, you let us know, okay?" D.J. nodded, his eyes fixed on the bag seated near him on the bed.

Dean had no reason not to comply. He had asked for Vince's help, after all. And it wasn't as if D.J. hadn't seen him naked before and Vince had as well. But somehow, with the more dominant canine in the room, he was feeling a bit like that 14-year-old boy again. He reluctantly shimmied out of his sweatpants, exposing his sheath and balls, when the other two turned their eyes back on him.

"Good," Vince continued. "Now get closer so your son can get a good look." He practically pushed the fox forward while grabbing the towel and small tube of shortening from his paw. Dean felt exposed now with his sheath and balls on full display, positioned directly in front of his son. D.J. ogled them as if really seeing them for the first time.

"You can see the tip of his sheath is a bit open. Not enough to expose what's inside, but not fully closed either." Vince's narration continued as he knelt next to Dean and D.J., putting himself at eye level with the cub. "Now look at your sheath. See how the tip is tight and closed, and looking a little red from irritation. You've been forcing it a little too hard lately, and that actually makes it a bit worse."

Without asking, Vince gripped Dean's sheath between two digits, and Dean let out a small gasp of surprise. Vince hadn't touched his dick in years. Vince pulled back the sheath, exposing the spade-shaped tip of his dickhead. "See how it slides out of the sheath, slightly moist and smelling of musk? That's what we want your dick to do too."

D.J. was drinking it all in, enraptured by the anatomy lesson. "I want to be able to do that too," he said, his eyes never leaving his father's exposed penis. He continued to watch as Vince released Dean’s sheath and his dick slowly slipped back inside.

"I brought these dilation balls to help," Vince said as he rummaged around in the bag until he pulled out a metal sphere about two inches in diameter. "This is about as big as they get."

D.J.'s eyes grew wide at the size of it, clearly not sure where it was going to go or how it was going to work. His imagination was probably running wild, wondering how something so large could possibly help with his current situation.

Both foxes watched intently as Vince smeared a bit of shortening over the ball and then held it up. Then, to Dean's surprise, Vince used one paw to hold his sheath and the other to gently push the ball inside the opening of his sheath. D.J. leaned forward, his curiosity getting the better of him as he watched closely how the slick metal stretched his father's sheath and slowly eased inside.

Vince worked the ball in, applying gentle pressure while keeping a close eye on Dean's reactions. "How's that feel?" he asked, making sure that Dean was comfortable with the process.

Dean took a deep breath, trying to relax as the ball made its way inside him. "It's a bit tight," he admitted, "but not too bad."

Vince nodded, satisfied with Dean's response. "Good. That means it's working. Now, D.J., watch closely. This is what we're going to do with your sheath, to help it stretch and allow your dick to slide out more easily. You just want to make sure the ball doesn’t go inside too deeply" He looked at the young cub, making sure he was paying attention. "It might feel a little strange at first, but it shouldn't hurt. If it does, let me know, okay?"

It had been a few years since anyone had touched his cock besides himself. His ex-wife had avoided sex with him for quite a while before the divorce. And with Vince gripping his sheath now and the cool metal of the stretching ball touching the head, he felt the telltale rush of blood to his groin. He tried to think of other things and remind himself that his son was looking right at his dick, but that only seemed to make the sensations heightened.

"Ohh," Vince must have felt the change. "You're about to witness a rare sight every pup should witness. Your dad's getting a bit boned up."

"Really!" D.J. sounded a bit excited. He turned his attention briefly toward his father's face. "Your wiener gets stiff too?" Before waiting for a reply, the cub's attention was already back to Dean's growing sheath.

Before Dean could reply, though, Vince was already responding. "Every guy’s does. And every guy plays with it too," he winked at D.J. conspiratorially. "It's bound to happen to you too, so I wanted to make sure you know it's okay and not anything to be embarrassed about." Then it was Vince's turn to look at Dean, a knowing glint in his eye. "That goes for you too."

Dean let out a long breath as he allowed his body to relax. He hadn't even realized he was holding it in. And then he turned his attention to his growing erection. Vince still held him loosely, as the metal of the ball became visible again. It was slowly pushed further until it was about halfway exposed.

D.J.'s eyes widened in awe as he watched the process, his tail wagging in excitement. Dean fought to hide his embarrassment, knowing that his son was witnessing something very personal. He couldn't help but remember the times he and Vince had shared in the past, and the feelings that came with them.

But now was not the time to dwell on those memories. Instead, he focused on the present moment, and the lesson Vince was teaching him and his son. Dean took a deep breath, trying to relax and accept the changes that were happening to his body.

"Here it comes," Vince announced. "Better catch it, chief."

The metal ball popped out of Dean's sheath, which D.J. caught deftly, even as Dean's dark red, spade-shaped tip emerged. He felt Vince give his sheath a squeeze, and his shaft fully emerged. The thin veins that lined his vulpine cock seemed to stand out more as his shaft glistened, smeared with the remnants of the shortening that Vince used as lube. Even his knot was starting to swell slightly as Vince squeezed a little tighter, and it too emerged from his sheath.

His pretty average-sized cock was fully displayed to his on-looking son, who stared with wonderment. "Wow! It's so big, Daddy," D.J. exclaimed. "I didn't know wieners could get so big."

"It's... not really...," Dean started to stammer out. No one had ever said his cock was big before. The look on his son's face made him swell with pride. And also made his cock swell even further. A stern look from Vince made him squelch his self-deprecating response that he “wasn't all that big” before he said it.

"Your dad has a nice one, doesn't he?" Vince said. "Look how red it is, and how hard he gets. It practically points straight up to the ceiling." Vince released his sheath and pointed out the knot to D.J. "And this bit is why we need to stretch out your sheath too. It bulges and shouldn't get stuck in your sheath or it'll be painful." Vince ran a single digit over his knot, which did bulge out a little further with that gentle touch.

It was getting a bit too much. Dean realized he felt like he might shoot at any second. Why did Vince have this effect on him? Why did his son seeing his hard cock make him feel so good? He felt a bit lightheaded at the strange conflux of emotions surging through him.

"Alright, D.J. It's your turn now. Let's see if we can stretch your sheath a bit," Vince announced, his brown eyes shining with warmth and determination. He took the metal ball from the cub. "This one's much too big to start with," he said, digging into the pouch to pull out one that was only slightly larger than a pea. "But this one should do for now." He tucked the ball into Dean's paw, which drew the adult fox out of his internal struggle.

"Wait, you want me to do it?" Dean asked, his golden eyes widening in surprise. He glanced down at the small ball in his paw, then back up at Vince, who was giving him a look that was full of commanding presence.

"Of course," Vince replied, his deep voice filled with confidence. "He's your boy, and you should be the one to handle his sheath if anyone."

D.J. piped up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I don't mind if you do it, Uncle Vinny. You can touch my wiener." He almost seemed eager at the prospect. At least his tail vibrated with excitement.

But Vince wasn't having any of it. "No. Your dad should do it. He's going to need to help you with this when I'm not here. You won't be cured overnight, I'm afraid." He gave D.J. a warm smile, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Okay, Daddy. Let's do this. I want to get my wiener fixed."

Dean couldn't help but chuckle, his tense shoulders relaxing as he nodded in agreement. Even as his cock bounced as he laughed, he didn't feel ashamed of it anymore. His willingness to comply with whatever Vince said grew stronger, knowing that he was doing this for his son, and that was what mattered most..

As he looked down at his son's eager face, Dean couldn't help but smile. D.J.'s eyes were bright, and his fur was soft, showing just how young and innocent he still was. Even though they were dealing with a sensitive topic, the love and trust between father and son were evident.

"Okay, buddy. Why don't you stand on the bed? It'll probably make this easier," Dean said as he held up the ball. "Let's see if we can get this in your tight sheath."

D.J. jumped to his feet, his excitement evident as he bounced on the mattress. Not enough to be considered jumping on the bed, but pretty close. His little sheath bounced with him, having lost a bit of its hardness. It flopped around with his movements, a reminder of his youth and innocence.

Vince held up the can of shortening and Dean rubbed a little glob of it over the shiny metal sphere. "Just try to guide the ball inside without pushing it too deep. You don't want to lose it," Vince offered as advice.

D.J. calmed and watched intently as Dean reached out his free paw and gently gripped his son's sheath. He hadn't touched his son there since he was old enough to bathe himself, and he was surprised at how much it had grown. It was still barely a couple of inches in length and covered in fine fur. The little nutsack that rested beneath it was still mostly empty, the young cub's balls were still about the same size as the ball in his other paw. Most noticeably was the lack of coarse fur surrounding it like an adult would have; instead, there were still wisps of downy fur.

He tilted the sheath and bent down closer to inspect the opening. It was a bit flushed red from D.J.'s earlier attempts at getting his dick out, but it definitely looked tighter than it should. Instead of a tear-drop or spout shape, it seemed to be a coiled-up ball with barely a hint of an opening.

"Wow, Daddy. I can feel your breath on my sheath."

Dean pressed the little ball against the tight opening and gently pushed, but it wouldn't budge. He could feel the tension in D.J.'s sheath, and he knew that he had to be gentle. He didn't want to hurt his son or make this experience any more difficult than it already was.

But he also knew that he had to try. For D.J.'s sake, he had to push past his own discomfort and do what was best for his son. He took a deep breath and tried again, applying a bit more pressure this time.

"Swirl the ball around as you push inwards," he heard Vince's voice in his ear. The large canine was so close, he could feel Vince's hip bump against his bare backside. He started to spin the ball gently even as he continued pushing.

"Daddy, I can feel it starting to go in a little," D.J. moaned slightly.

Then he felt the dog grip his tail near the base, and again heard his voice, now a faint whisper, "Damn bushy tail's always hitting me in the face." The tug on his tail and the rush of memories that came with it made him push back against Vince's hips. He felt the dog's hard cock as it strained against his slacks and against Dean's ass. He also pushed the sphere a bit more than he intended and felt it pop into his son's sheath.

"Ohh. It went inside!" D.J. shouted. "I can feel it. It's cold, but it feels like it burns a bit." The cub looked a bit worried.

"That's normal, chief. That's just the burning feeling of the skin stretching," Vince said, bolstering the boy's resolve.

Even as Vince spoke, he ground his hips forward and ground that big doggy bone against Dean's ass. He could feel the tip of it starting to slide a bit into the crevice between his cheeks, and he had to stifle a gasp. Memories of another stretching, burning sensation from his past came flooding back, and Dean felt his cock harden again.

"It's okay. I know you're a strong boy and can take a little bit of discomfort," Vince said, his voice no longer in Dean’s ear, and filled with warmth and encouragement.

He could feel Vince's hot breath on the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. The weight of Vince's body against his own was comforting, and Dean found himself phishing back into the touch. He knew that he should be focusing on D.J. and the task at hand, but he couldn't help the feelings that were surfacing.

As he pushed the metal ball further into D.J.'s sheath, Dean tried to focus on his son's needs. He knew that this was an important moment, and he didn't want to let his own desires get in the way. Memories of Vince's body pressed against his own as they mock wrestled after school nearly every day when they were teens, came flooding back, making it difficult to concentrate.

"I can feel it touching my wiener, Daddy. And it's getting warmer," D.J. described what he was feeling, seemingly oblivious to how Dean's own body was getting flushed with need and how Vince ground against him.

"Don't push too deep, Dean," Vince commanded. "You need to let the boy get used to it, and you don't want to lose the ball inside."

Vince gave one last thrust of his hips against Dean, who felt the fabric-encased hardness graze against his hole in the process. He bit his lip as he sought to hold back a gasp. Even as Vince's encroaching member retreated, and the big dog focused his attention on the task at hand, Dean could still feel the phantom pressure of Vince's cock against his opening.

Dean stopped pushing and released his son's sheath as he stood upright and tried to push aside his lustful thoughts. He saw the ball had fully disappeared inside. The tip of the cub's sheath was glistening with lube. And the width of it was swollen slightly with D.J.'s resurfaced boner, making it point upwards more than outwards. He unconsciously pawed his raging hard-on, which dripped a bit of pre onto the floor.

"I think it might have gotten a little too deep," Vince said. D.J. looked a bit stricken, as if he had done something wrong. "But not so deep that we have to be worried. It's just a bit trickier to get it back out again. Maybe it's good this happened while I'm here to help."

Dean and D.J. responded to the new situation in unison, "How do we get it out?" Dean's cock flagged slightly in its hardness as the reality of the situation sank in, and he realized his horniness may have been the cause.

"Billy always found it easier to kneel on all fours with his face in a pillow until he relaxed enough that gravity did the work for him," Vince said. And the position also helps if we need to guide the ball back out manually." Even as he spoke, he spread the towel across D.J.'s bed and directed the cub into position.

D.J. knelt as Dean watched Vince guide him. "Like this?" he asked, as he propped his rear end high into the air, his tail draped over his body.

"Good, now you just need to plant your face down and try to take your mind off the ball and relax." Vince grabbed a stuffed bear nearly the size of D.J. himself that laid on the floor near the bed. "Maybe Mr. Bear will help?" he offered.

"That's Berthold, silly." D.J. gripped the stuffed bear around the waist and proceeded to bury his face in its soft belly. "Ike 'dis?" his voice was muffled by the stuffed animal.

Dean couldn't help but notice from his vantage point that his son's little sheath and furry pouch dangled between his thighs in this position. And the cub's pink little tailhole was fully exposed to the air and his gaze. His innocent little boy wasn't looking so innocent in that position.

"Looking good, buddy," Vince encouraged. "Now try to relax."

"Remind you of anything?" Vince whispered suggestively as he approached Dean and tapped the fox's cock, which had gotten rock-hard again. Seeing his son kneeling with his face buried in Berthold's crotch, as if he was deep-throating the bear, was awakening some very naughty thoughts.

Dean didn't reply, but his cock was clearly doing that for him as it leaked out a fresh dribble of precum. "My son...," he whispered back, even as he felt Vince's paw encircle his cock.

"Is busy," the dog whispered back. As if in agreement, D.J. started humming a song that Dean had often heard emanating from the youth's room when he was playing. Vince leaned in closer, his jowls pressed against Dean's neck as he lowered his voice even quieter. "You're going to kneel down, take out my hard cock, and suck it."

Even as he felt he should protest, deny the big canine, he knew he was going to do it. He could never seem to go against Vince the Prince's wishes when the two were alone as teens. Instead of saying no,, he felt himself nod and slowly knelt to the floor.

Vince's slacks jutted out, still obviously hard. He couldn't believe D.J. hadn't noticed it. They were even damp. A wet sheen marked the spot where the tip of the canine cock was pressed against the fabric, a sign of where Dean's prize could be found. He wasted no time in finding the dog's zipper and slowly lowering it, masking the familiar sound.

As expected, when he reached his paw inside, Vince wasn't wearing underwear, which made it easier, although its size didn't make it all that easy, to guide the prodigious dog meat through the fly and out into the open.

Fuck. It was even bigger than he remembered. Nearly as long and thick as his forearm and a dark crimson hue. Unlike his own spade-headed cock, Vincent's was ended in a blunt tip with a small protrusion where his piss hole jutted out. He didn't realize how much he missed this cock until he held it by the unformed knot and guided it to his maw.

With a deep breath, Dean leaned forward and took the tip of Vince's cock into his mouth, savoring the taste and texture of the familiar flesh. He could feel Vince's hand rest on the back of his head, gently guiding him as he began to slowly bob up and down on the thick shaft.

With a deep breath, Dean leaned forward and took the tip of Vince's cock into his mouth, savoring the taste and texture of the familiar flesh. It had been far too long since he had tasted the tangy, coppery flavor of the dog's cock on his tongue. The flavor filled his senses even as his son's humming tickled his ears.

He felt Vince's hand rest on the back of his head, gently guiding him as he began to slowly bob up and down on the thick shaft. He did his best to be quiet, much like when he used to blow the bigger dog in the locker room after wrestling practice, fearful of his teammates or their coach catching him in the act.

Vince sighed appreciatively when Dean pulled the cock even deeper into his mouth, feeling his cheeks bulge and the tickle of that pointy tip prodding at his throat. Even after all these years, he was able to suppress his gag reflex and let that tip slide deeper into his throat.

It felt so right to be there on his knees servicing this dominant male again. Why had they not kept this up even after Dean returned from college or later when the two found themselves living on the same street? He needed this just as much as he suspected Vince did. But the wedding band on Vince's paw, which pressed into the back of his skull, was a reminder of why they both hadn't continued their teenage lust.

Dean knew that he shouldn't be doing this, not with his son in the same room, but he couldn't help himself. The need to please Vince, to submit to his desires, was too strong to resist. And as he continued to suck and gently slurp on the thick cock, he could feel his own arousal, his dick twitching and leaking with every bob of his head.

"Daddy? Uncle Vinny?"

"Yeah, buddy?" Vincent said, even as he pushed Dean's maw back down when the fox attempted to pull off to respond to his son. The canine's knot was swelling slightly against the insides of Dean's cheeks, making it difficult for him to pull away completely.

"It's not working. I keep thinking that little ball might be stuck inside me forever." D.J. said, his voice still muffled by Berthold's belly.

"Don't worry, buddy." Vincent released Dean's skull and let the fox pull off with a subtle wet, popping sound. "Just stay just like that, and we'll help milk the ball out of your sheath."

D.J. gave a muffled, “Okay,” in response.

Dean looked up at Vince, past the massive cock that hung between them. He wasn't quite sure what the dog meant, but it sounded like he wasn't going to get the mouthful of hot cum he was longing for.

Instead, Vince gestured for him to stand up and join him by the side of the bed. "We need to encourage your sheath to relax and let the ball slip out," he explained, his voice low and soothing. "And one of the best ways to do that is to stimulate your dick and make it harder. The ball should pop right out." 

Dean understood the plan and knew he should be the one to do it. But could he really stroke his own son? A day ago, the idea would have been absurd, but with Vince suggesting it, it seemed like the natural thing to do. It might have helped that Vince still had that big cock out, dripping with precum and his saliva as that usually helped convince him to do the unthinkable. His own much smaller cock still stood at attention.

He took a deep breath and reached out a paw to touch D.J.'s dangling sheath while nudging aside the cute little ball sack. He did his best to avert his eyes, but the new position put his face directly in line with the cub's pink tail star. He could feel the ball just beyond the tip of the small fuzzy tube and the boy's soft little member nestled inside.

"Your daddy is going to tug your sheath and make your dick feel good. Just try to focus on that instead of the ball," Vince said, explaining to D.J. and prompting Dean on what to do.

Dean gently stroked his son's sheath, feeling the skin tube sliding over the little cock inside it. He did his best to make sure he didn't squeeze the tip or drive the ball inside deeper. At first, D.J. seemed surprised by the new sensations, his body tensing slightly as he gasped into the stuffed bear. But as Dean continued to stroke him gently, the young cub began to relax, and he felt his son's boner start to grow under his paw.

And then he felt Vince's paw on his tail. Dean turned to look over his shoulder to see Vince greasing his large cock with some of the vegetable shortening. Then the big dog pushed his shoulders back down, and Dean used his free paw to catch himself just as his face made contact with his son's upturned butt.

"Are you okay, Daddy?" D.J. asked, his face still muffled by the bear's tummy.

"I just slipped, little man," Dean said, even as his eyes focused on that tight hole in front of him. Each time D.J.'s little cock throbbed in his paw, he could see the pink pucker tighten and relax. 

Then he felt something press against his own tailhole. Fuck, Vince was going to dick him right here with his kid in the room. Vince said as he used his thick canine cock to grease Dean's asshole. He hadn't had anything in that hole since he was a teen.

"Just remember to relax, little guy," Vince said as he pressed harder against Dean's hole. The barest bit of the tip slipped in and stretched his unused ring. "Your body will open up as long as you are relaxed."

Dean exhaled a long, deep breath as he tried to do his own relaxing. His hole slowly opened even as his face was pushed deeper into D.J.'s cheeks. He was so close to that tight pink circle.

D.J. shook and giggled. "Daddy, I can feel your breath on my butt. It tickles."

"Your dad has the right idea. He's gonna help you relax by tickling that cute little butt," Vince prompted even as he pushed his cock in a bit harder.

Dean took a sharp inhale as he was stretched even further by the dog's invading cock and his pointed fox snout was pushed against D.J.'s virgin hole. He unconsciously licked his son's most private of parts and found the flavor intoxicating. It was the taste of pure, innocent boy.

D.J.'s giggles turned into his own little gasps, and Dean felt that little cock throb hard in his paw. "Daddy, that feels so nice," the young cub said, his voice trembling with excitement.

Encouraged by his son's response, Dean began to gently lap at the tender flesh, his tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin around D.J.'s hole. He could feel the muscles of the young fox's body tense and relax as he worked.

Vince's cock hilted in him up to the knot, which Dean could feel was already starting to expand against his burning rim. "That's it, little guy. Just relax and let your body do what feels natural." The big dog started to slowly fuck him, even as Dean lavished his son's ass with his wet tongue.

"Please, don't stop, Daddy," D.J. moaned as he grasped his bear tightly.

Vince gripped Dean's hips and started to pick up the pace. "It's gonna happen soon, boy. Just keep enjoying those feelings that Daddy is giving you." As Vince prodded his hole with that growing knot, Dean's tongue was driven harder against his son's tail star until he felt it slip inside.

"Your tongue is inside my butt, Daddy," D.J. cried out, even as his paws reached back to pull his cheeks open further, letting his father's tongue drive even deeper. "Something feels like it's gonna come out. I think I might need to go pee."

Vince rammed his hips hard, and they smacked against Dean's upturned ass. "So close," he grunted, as the lobes of his knot battered Dean's rim. "Here it comes!" One more hard thrust drove his knot through the barrier, and a slurping pop resounded as Dean's hole closed around it.

Dean's hole burned, and he grunted as he unconsciously squeezed D.J.'s little sheath-encased cock in his paw. He could feel the cub's immature knot had formed, and then he felt the ball slip out as the tiny cock jerked and spasmed beneath his grip. "Ahhhhhh," D.J. let out a little squeal as his body shook and trembled.

"That's it. Let it all out," Vince grunted, as his own orgasm jetted hot ropes of cum into Dean's guts. Dean could feel the warmth of it spreading through him as he hung on the precipice of his own cum. His cock ached for release, even as Vince continued to rut him with small thrusts.

D.J. flopped to the side, his body collapsing under the intensity of his first orgasm. He rolled onto his back and reached down to paw at his trembling sheath. "I can see it!" he exclaimed. "Daddy, I can see the tip!"

D.J.'s eyes finally looked up to see his father's flushed face and Vince pumping into him from behind. To Dean's surprise, the cub seemed unfazed by the scene and simply stood on the edge of the bed, holding his sheath out to his father. "See." Indeed, there was the barest bit of pink poking out through the tight ring of the boy's sheath.

"Great job, chief," Vince said, completely at ease even as he continued to spill his seed into Dean's tunnel. "I think it deserves a kiss for you being such a brave boy." He jutted his hips forward, in turn pushing Dean's face closer to his son's little cock.

"Whatchu...," D.J. began as Dean pressed his lips to that little sliver of pink poking out. He knew what Vince wanted. And he always gave him what he wanted. D.J. watched in awe, his eyes wide with wonder as his father took his cock into his mouth. He could feel the warmth and wetness surrounding him.  "Oh, that feels nice," the cub cooed as he felt the warmth and wetness surrounding his immature sheath.

The thin little member, even encased in its sheath, was nowhere near the length and girth of the canine cock that still fired off jizz into his belly. Dean was easily able to suckle it and even slipped his tongue around the tight little opening, cleaning up all the greasy shortening. D.J. started to hump his hips, as he ground his little cock as deep into his father's maw as he could.

He couldn't believe he was sucking his little boy, but he was so lost in a haze of lust, he'd have done anything. "High five, little buddy," he heard Vince say, followed by the slap of two palms meeting overhead. "Your dad gives the best blow jobs."

Vince pulled him backwards using his knot, and he reluctantly let his son's pecker slip out of his mouth. Then the gruff dog wrapped an arm around his torso and pulled him upright. He felt like a ragdoll in the bigger canine's grip. Only then did he realize that his own dripping fox cock was exposed to his son's gaze once again.

"Maybe you'd like to thank your daddy for helping you today?" Vince suggested. The implication hung heavy in his words.

"Thanks, Daddy. You're the best father in the whole world." D.J. beamed up at him. Then, as the silence hung heavy in the air, D.J. padded to the floor and gingerly approached his dad. He reached a paw out and touched his throbbing, engorged knot. "You're wiener is all wet and hard and so big." Then D.J. squatted down, and with one last glance up, said, "I'm gonna kiss it for you too."

"D.J...," Dean began. He was about to say that he shouldn't, but the young fox's tongue darted out and licked the tip of his cock. It was too much. Even as the cub's lips encircled the spade head, he erupted. He didn't remember cumming so hard in his life, and the first jet squirted directly into his son's mouth.

"Good boy," Vince encouraged the suckling cub. "Drink down all of your daddy's milk."

D.J. gasped, his eyes widening in surprise as the salty, bitter liquid flooded his mouth. He coughed and sputtered, trying to swallow it down, but more kept coming, dripping down his chin and onto his chest. Dean watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as his son struggled to take it all in while his balls ached at the amount of cum he produced.

And in that moment, Dean knew that they had crossed a line. There was no going back now. But as he looked into his son's eyes and the way he eagerly gulped down his kit cream, he realized that he didn't want to go back. This was what they both needed, what they both wanted. And he would be damned if he let anyone take that away from them.

When it was over, D.J. looked up at him, his expression a mix of shock and awe. "Daddy," he whispered, his voice trembling. "That was... that was amazing. Your milk tasted yummy. I didn't know boys could make milk too. Can I make milk? Does Uncle Vinny make milk?"

Before Dean could answer, the young fox continued, his excitement growing. "I'm so happy!" he exclaimed, his tail twitching wildly.

Then he seemed to realize how close and awkwardly the two adults were standing. "Why is Uncle Vinny hugging you like that? Were you gonna fall again?" The questions exploded out of the cub as his tail twitched excitedly.

D.J. peered under the two as they sputtered a collective "umm" as they searched for a plausible response. But it was too late as the cub exclaimed, "Whoa!!! Uncle Vinny has his wiener inside you? Does it feel good? Like it felt when you were licking my butt hole? I think I want to try it if it feels like that."

Dean looked back at Vince, his eyes wide with panic. What could they say? How could they explain this to their young cub? He had hoped to keep this from him, to protect him from the complexity of adult relationships, but now the truth was out, and they had to face it.

Vince took a deep breath, his massive shoulders slumping in defeat. "D.J.," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "Sometimes, adults do things that might seem strange or confusing to you. But I want you to know that your daddy and I care about each other very much, and what we do together is a way of showing that love."

D.J. looked up at him, his eyes still wide with wonder. "So, it's like how I feel when I cuddle with Berthold?" he asked, his voice small and unsure.

Vince nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Exactly, little buddy. Just like that. It's a special kind of love, just for grown-ups."

And with that, D.J. seemed to accept their explanation, his face breaking into a grin as he bounced on his back paws. "Can I try it too, Daddy? With you and Uncle Vinny?" he asked eagerly. "I want to feel that special love too."

"Someday, little man. But I think you need a little growing up first." Dean saw the pouting look starting to form on his son's face.

But Vince saved him by jumping in, "That cute little butt of yours is a bit too tight to handle your dad's big cock, but we can do some stretching to help you get ready."

"Just like we are stretching my wiener sleeve?" D.J. asked.

Dean took over again, "Just like that, buddy. And when you're ready, we can try some more advanced stuff."

"Yay!" D.J. shouted. His hard little cocklet stood at full attention, expressing his joy. "Do you think we could do some more stuff today? I sort of want you to suck on my wiener again to see if I can make milk like you, Daddy?"

"I'd like that too," Dean said, meaning every word. His cock, which had softened after 

Vince chose that moment to suggest, "How about you get on the bed and I'll get out of your Daddy's tailhole?" He tugged his softening knot, and Dean figured it was small enough to pull out without tugging his guts out. "And then he can suck your cute dick while I clean up the mess I left in his tight ass."

"This is the best night ever," D.J. practically squealed in excitement, his tail wagging so fast it created a small breeze.

Vince chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest as he gently disentangled himself from Dean. The fox sighed softly, as Vince slipped from his hole and he clenched tightly to hold in as much of the dog’s cum as he could. Yet, he still felt empty without the canine's presence inside him, but eager for what was to come.

In a flash, D.J. was back on the bed, lying on his back with his legs spread, eagerly awaiting his father's attention. Dean knelt between his son's legs, his own excitement growing as he took in the sight of the young fox's exposed and eager body.

He lowered his head, his tongue darting out to lick the cub’s sheath, again savoring the taste of his son's immature sex. D.J. gasped, his hips bucked upward as he felt the warm wetness surrounding him. “It feels so warm and slippery, ” D.J. moaned.

Meanwhile, Vince stripped down fully before he grasped Dean's ass in his meaty paws and buried his nose beneath the foxes tail. He lapped at the slightly gaping hole, making sure to be thorough to clean up any of his own cum as it oozed out. He could feel the fox shiver under his touch, his muscles quivering with each gentle swipe.

As they continued their exploration, the room filled with the sounds of their combined moans and sighs, each lost in their own pleasure and connection. And though their activities were far from conventional, there was no denying the love and trust that bound them together in this moment.

* * * 

While D.J. never made his milk and only managed to get a tiny bit more of his cubhood to emerge from his sheath, he did experience several more orgasms that evening. And he tasted another mouthful of his father’s and his first taste of Uncle Vinny’s cum. Before long, he lay in an exhausted slumber between the two adults.

"I'll admit that was a bit unexpected," Dean sighed as he whispered over D.J.'s sleeping form. "I never thought I'd get to experience the things we used to do together as teens again. And then with D.J. too." He could feel himself grinning even as he felt a worry that this might be a one-time thing.

"Yeah, about that...," Vince began. He had a strange look on his face that Dean had never seen before. Was it worry? Guilt? Regret? "Mary and I are getting a divorce. She caught me watching gay porn on my phone one night, and things sort of went downhill from there. I've been living in the basement for the past 2 months while we sort things out."

"Oh. Shit," Dean said a bit louder than he intended, as D.J. stirred slightly in his sleep. He continued quieter, "I'm sorry. I know that can be tough."

"But I'm not sorry," Vince admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Since you suddenly became single yourself a few months back, I couldn't help but think about how much I enjoyed what we had together when we were still in high school. And how things might have been different... if it had continued." There was a tear forming in the otherwise stoic man's eye, a vulnerability Dean had never seen before.

"I... I don't know what to say," Dean stammered, his heart racing in his chest. "I never knew you felt that way."

"I never had the courage to tell you," Vince confessed, wiping away the tear that had begun to slide down his cheek. "But now, with everything that's happened, I can't keep it in anymore. I want to be with you, Dean."

"I always wanted the same thing. But I got with Nancy right after college because I figured you'd moved on, and that's what I was trying to do. To be whatever my parents thought I should be. I don't regret it since it gave me D.J., but I was never all that happy, not like I was tonight."

"But, I also need to tell you something else," again that look of anxiety returned to Vince's face. "I've been fucking Billy for the past 2 years too, and well...," he glanced down at the sleeping cub between them.

"I don't think I have any reason to judge you for that. As long as it was consensual." Dean put a reassuring smile on his face. There was no way he could reasonably be upset, knowing how the love between father and son could blur social norms.

"He told me he was gay the first night I helped him with his own phimosis issue, and we've sort of been at it ever since." He looked a bit abashed. "Probably why I might have pushed things a bit too far tonight since it was getting me horned up helping you and your boy."

"I wouldn't say you 'pushed too far.' In fact, I think you pushed just the right amount." Dean reached out a paw and stroked Vince's cheek. He wiped away the tear that clung to the big dog's fur and then leaned over his sleeping son's body to kiss him.

"I love you, Lean Dean. You horny little fox."

"And I love you, Vince the Prince. And your big fucking cock, too."