A Grizzled Affair

A friend of mine,  https://www.patreon.com/dudebulge  ,  suggested I did a drawing of Nathan's dad naked. I actually like the idea so much that I one-uped him by drawing Nathan's dad along with Wallace's dad naked together.

Then this friend suggested that the two drunken men would fool around with one another, which once again inspired me to one-up him and write a whole dog damn short story about it.

Hope you all like it~

Also, NSFW alert!

There is an ancient tradition brought from early colonizers, where the parents of a newly-wed couple join in revelry during the celebrations and try to outdrink one another to decide which bloodline is the strongest and whose family name is worthy of being carried forward by their offspring. Of course, nowadays said traditions are just an excuse to get hammered in wedding parties.

A graying tiger named John Smith and a grizzled mutt named Peter Greene weren't young lads like their newly-wed sons anymore, but their age didn't stop them from indulging of old traditions and started their drinking feud right after the end of the wedding ceremony and kept on drinking long after most guests had left and other family members went to bed to sleep or in their son's case; enjoy their wedding night.

At first, both males were quite alright, still walking straight and wandering the vast backyard of the Greene family’s house, where the wedding ceremony was held, but as the night went on, the pair found themselves wandering off the property and into a nearby pond that didn't belong to anyone specific landowner.

"This is where I taught Wallie how to swim." proudly announced Peter, as his recently grown Grizzled mustache bristled across his muzzle. 

"I learned to swim in a pond like this too" replied John, thinking back to his childhood in a much smaller city than Tallbeth County, which despite being small, was quickly growing.

"Do you think you still can swim?" dared the old mutt, with a devious grin, letting his inner child show for a bit.

"I don't--", but before the old tiger could reply, the senior mutt that was Peter started taking off all of his clothes.

In his drunken stupor, he couldn't help but to trip himself here and there and take decisively longer to undress than it normally would.

Intentional or not, it caught Smith senior's attention, watching the old mutt undress fully, even his underwear as the world around him spun in all directions at the same time.

"Fuck it." John resigned and started to undress as well, to join his drinking buddy in the pond. It was when he got his arms tangled behind his back, stuck to the sleeves of his now sweaty button-up shirt that he fell into the firm grip of Peter, who caught him by the shoulders. The same firm grip he felt hours ago, when the two males shook paws, finally meeting one another after years of having their sons play and grow up together.

The tiger steadied himself and managed to finally remove his shirt after some work. While he was undressing, he caught himself in his drowsy and intoxicated state letting his head hang down a bit driving his gaze downwards towards the naked crotch of the male in front of him. Eventually, his neck started aching and he just gave up, letting his head hang low, but still trying to look away from the mutt's sheath.

But it was so hard! The whole world around him spun wildly and made him extremely nauseous. He needed a stationary object that was close-by to focus on, but as he got down to taking off his pants and underwear while Peter still held him steady, the only thing he had to look at was Mr. Greene's crotch. Peter, taking as long to undress as John, stood naked beside the old mutt. Both of them did their best to steady themselves and walk towards the pond in a straight line.

In their altered mental state, neither male bothered to check the water's depth or temperature before jumping in as far as they could, only to be met with disappointment.

"Yeowch! Cold, cold, cold!" exclaimed John, quickly turning around and splashing away from the water as he did his best to run in the chest-deep pond.

"Too cold!" Peter yelped in agreement after standing still for a few seconds longer than the tiger but eventually backing out of the frigid midnight water.

After retreating to the shore, both males were shaking a bit from their gelid experience. "Fuck. I need something to warm up," said John, looking around himself and for the first time realizing that he wasn't exactly sure where they were.

"I have something stronger in my workshop, better than that beer we were having earlier," replied Peter, shaking himself a bit and approaching the tiger. Giving him a light bump on his shoulder with his fist he said, "But you will still have to show me you can swim."

"Screw you, you mutt," John said, laughing heartily and throwing a light punch in return on Peter's shoulder.

As both males walked away, through a path in the middle of grass and shrubbery, John stopped on his tracks and looked back, alerted. "Shit, I forgot my clothes."

"Oh yeah, we did." Peter said in return, looking back to the path they came from, trying to measure distances in his mind as he kept saying "Let's warm-up first, then we can go back for them."

Mr. Smith looked like he was about to protest, but he just shook his head and agreed. "Yeah, it's too cold out here."

"Aw, come on. It's not THAT cold." Mr. Greene said. Approaching the old tiger he draped his arm over his shoulder and held him close. "There, now you can warm up AND finally walk straight."

The tiger once again found himself swallowing another protest down. After all, the countless cans of beer he drank earlier got him much less uptight and the warmth coming from the dog's torso against him was nice. So he put his arm around the dog's back, holding him by the waist and remarked "I always walk straight."

"You should try walking other ways too," Peter said, continuing to pull the other male close to him and starting back on the path towards his property with his workshop in the back.

"What?" John asked, but never got an answer, as the lights shine in the distance from the earlier celebration.

As they entered the property through a gate in the back fence, Peter took a hard detour to the left. "This way," he said. John couldn't help but look around to see if anyone was awake, but seemingly everyone gave up on watching the patriarchs try to outdrink each other and went inside as the temperature dropped. They were alone in the backyard, heading to a big shed in the back where Mr. Greene kept tools and spirits.

They entered the shed using a hidden key Peter kept hidden in a little nook in the overhang, near the entrance. Once inside, John was surprised to find out how spacious and well organized the place was. There were many tools for construction work, woodwork and even a broken down sewing machine. There was also a small portable barbecue set that doubled as a stove and a little R&R area with a recliner, a couch that was unfolded and being used as a bed, a small television, a minibar and a little shelving unit with some books on electronic repairs, some old manuals for blenders and washing machines, and then, off to the corner, half a bottle of whiskey drew both of them to the more comfortable corner of the workshop.

Both men sat on the unfolded bed as Peter served the drink into two cups and handed one to John.

“Ahh, nothing like this to warm you up on a cold night,” said Peter after taking a drink from his cup and watching as John drank his in turn.

“Oof, I haven’t drunk like this since I was in my twenties,” John said, wincing a bit from the alcohol that burned its way down his throat but quickly warming him up.

"Hah, if there's a thing I haven't done since MY twenties was to be naked with another guy," Peter remarked with a muffled laugh as he took another sip of his drink.

"Whoa, are you--?" John started to say but stopped as soon as Peter moved forward and placed his paw on the other man's leg, shushing him up.

"I had my more curious days back in school and fooled around with some of the other guys. Have you ever done anything like this?" The old mutt had a devious smirk on his face as he gave Mr. Smith's thigh a gentle squeeze, testing the waters.

John was at a loss for words, indeed, he had never fooled around with other guys. Although he had been in the company of naked men before, there were always respectable interactions where nobody touched anyone else. But the warmth of Peter's paw, that devilish grin of his, his innate horniness, and the heavy drinking were more than enough to betray him . and make his tigerhood poke its head out of its sheath. John just looked down at his thigh, seeing and then feeling the squeezes, or maybe feeling and THEN seeing. Whatever thoughts were going through his mind weren't stopping him from enjoying the closeness to his new acquaintance, to Mr. Greene.

Seeing no negative reaction from the tiger, Peter began to move his paw upwards towards that swelling pink cock that kept sliding out of its sheath. "Me and the guys used to jerk each other off whenever the showers were empty. There wasn't anything to it; just a guy helping his mates get off, you know?" Feeling confident to move forward, the mutt grabbed the feline's shaft in his paw. It throbbed with anticipation and arousal.

"Well, I --" began John, about to start yet another protest, but it quickly died out in his mouth, turning into a gasp of surprise and then into a long, soft sigh once the other male commenced stroking his feline member. Setting his drink aside and sitting closer to the old cat John stammered "But this doesn't mean anything, right?"

"Of course not. You're just pent up and I'm helping you relieve yourself. We're family now, we're supposed to help each other." Peter moved his other paw in there, cupping the feline balls with his fingers and gently playing with them, smiling with content once the tiger opened his legs almost invitingly, letting his paw reach in. At first, he thought they were so heavy because they might be damp, but in time he realized that this big cat had very hefty balls too. This was a very virile man that sat in front of him, letting Peter stroke his member however he pleased.

At the mention of family, the wildest thought popped into Smith senior's head and he found himself saying aloud "Whoa... is this what our boys are doing?" He was starting to get lost in all the pleasure he was feeling from having his dick stroked and his balls played with. The firm grip of the other male wasn't bad, it was quite different from what he was used to. All this novelty getting him even more aroused.

"I think they are up to something more... intimate, if you catch my drift." The old mutt looked to the big cat with a knowing eye, the words at the tip of his tongue, but he didn't say them out loud. He'd let John's mind do all the thinking while his paws did the work. As he continued to paw off Mr. Smith, the tiger began involuntarily humping up and down against Peter's paw. The dog just had to keep his paw still instead of following the motion. He could feel the cat's mighty balls slap against his paw on the way down, surprising him every single time with how heavy they felt.

"Why are you making me think of our kids having sex?" John said, with a very faint hint of irritation in his voice, but a heavy dose of curiosity too. He never really noticed the moment he bared out his claws and dug them into the chair or how he scratched the wood floor with the squirming of his toes, but he felt every single time his cock slid along Peter's paw. It shouldn't feel this good, and yet, somehow, it did!

"I'm not. I'm just saying... they aren't the only ones who can have this kind of fun." The grizzled mutt said, loosening his grip on John's penis and standing up in front of him. Taking a few steps forward, Peter swung his canine dick, that was now fully out of its sheath, plump and swollen, drizzling a line of precum from it down its tip. Peter didn’t have oversized balls like his companion, but his shaft was much thicker and veinier. Quite a sight to behold, especially so close to one's face as it was to John's.

"What are you doing? Whoa, watch out! Oof!" John said, surprised with how close Peter was getting. Once the mutt was above him and threatened to lower himself down, John found himself holding him by the waist on instinct and helping the other male lower himself into his lap more slowly and carefully. It was at this moment when he realized that the alcohol was piloting his body and his actions and he was a mere spectator at this moment. He tried looking back to how he came to be at this moment but found himself unable to recall any memories. The only thing that was crystal clear to him was that Mr. Greene was now sitting on his lap, with his backside dangerously close to his manhood while his canine member was leaking pre on his damp belly fur.

Both males just sat there for a solid minute or two, contemplating where they were, both in life and in this exact moment in time. Their families had just joined together because of their gay sons. Both had their mental struggle with realizing that their sons liked other men and decided to get together and hold a ceremony to celebrate it, but they made it past all barriers to come together to see and behold what is meant to be one of the happiest moments in the life of their loved ones.

Except that now they found each other naked, huddled together closely, and if their still throbbing hard-ons were any indication of the future, they'd be getting as intimate as Mr. Greene hinted a while ago.

John searched deep within his feelings. He knew himself to like women, he always did. He had hit a couple of hard spots with his wife after both their kids came out, but he still loved her deeply. If for any reason he didn't anymore, he knew he'd be with another woman, enjoying her body and breasts, her feminine ways and plunging deep in between her thighs. He liked women, that was a fact.

But looking at the male sitting atop himself, he didn't feel disgusted, he felt comfortable, he felt intrigued, he felt horny! He knew that the drink was probably affecting the way he felt about things, but deep down, somewhere within his being, in a place unaffected by alcohol and social stigma, he knew to be deeply enjoying the intimacy and company of another man.

"Well," Peter started, after staring at John's eyes for what felt like forever, his thick cock was still throbbing and he felt the moment was appropriate to break their somewhat hypnotic gaze. "Do you want to see what all the rage is about?" and with that, he moved his pelvis across John's lap, rubbing his backside on his companion's dick. Arousing him even further with how provocative he was managing to be, despite being heavily intoxicated by alcohol.

"Mhm." John just nodded, his eyes were half-closed now, all this warmth, this closeness, it was too good to say no to. Whatever it was that he was getting himself into, perhaps literally, he wanted it. "Yes, let's have at it."

Peter leaned over John, reaching in for a cardboard box along the shelves, it took him several tries to reach and grab it, every time pressing his somewhat damp body against John's. The musk of two older, horny males was incredibly arousing for some reason. Instinct was about to take over and both were just about to let it, but before, Peter had one last thing to do before he could allow himself to get lost in lust.

He snatched a bottle of intimate lubricant and a pack of condoms from within the box. Surprisingly, this man cave was equipped with everything. John was able to see at a glance that the box also contained a pack of tissues and a couple folded up magazines, he wasn't able to see what they were about, but he was very sure that whoever's face was in the cover of the closest magazine had a beard.

Fumbling a little bit, somewhat awkwardly until his newfound partner steadied him by holding his waist, Peter managed to open up the condom pack and slid in on John's member, making the cat let out more gasps and sighs. Afterward, he applied a generous dose of lube onto the tiger's covered penis and into his backside, smearing it all across his tail hole that was throbbing rhythmically, almost as if yearning to be penetrated.

"Now, I haven't done this in quite a while, so be gentle, alright?" The mutt reached back to hold John's manhood in place as he slid down into it, letting it penetrate and stretch his backside. His mouth opening to let a yelp come out, but what ended up coming out was a moan of pleasure and a slight snarl, once he felt more of his insides being massaged by the barbed penis, which still worked their magic even through the condom.

"What? How lo-whoooooa. Damn, that's good! How long has it been? Since your school days with the guys?” John said, letting out a loud sigh of pleasure as he felt himself slipping into this tight and warm passage. It felt so familiar, only, heavier, muskier, rougher. It felt exotic! He opened up his eyes expecting to see someone else entirely, but he only saw Mr. Greene lowering himself completely into his lap, accepting the cat's full length and leaking even more precum on his fur. He smiled widely, actually happy with the vision he saw.

"N-no... oh boy... It's been a couple of years, since my wi-oaaah! Damn! Since my wife and I did butt stuff." Peter found himself opening up to Mr. Smith, both literally and metaphorically. He could hardly remember the last time he was playing in bed with his wife and shoved a dildo back there. It hadn't been warm like this, or passionate like this. It didn't make him want to ride it until morning. It hadn't made him forget his age and allowed him to feel like a young mutt like John was making him feel. This was different, this was better. This was sex! He was having sex with his son-in-law's father. And he was loving. Every. Single. Second.

"Oh? My wife and I didn't ever do anything like this..." John said, absentmindedly, focusing more on the grizzled male riding him right now. He put his paws on Peter's waist and started humping his tail hole, moving his pelvis up and down eagerly, excitedly, passionately. "She'd never agree to do butt stuff," he said, but this wasn't his wife. This was his son's father-in-law, and dog damn, did he have a deliciously tight and warm hole.

"Heh, I'm up for butt stuff," Peter said with a big smile on his face, letting his tongue roll out of his mouth, steadying himself by holding John by the shoulders and riding his dick like he never rode anything before. It was a bumpy ride, it was a rough ride, it was even a secret ride. He finally gave in to his instincts and started making more and more moans and grunts of pleasure, panting heavily as he felt the climax approaching him with every poke that John's cock did against his prostate.

"As if we're ever doing this again, "said John, but he regretted saying it almost immediately. He thought to himself that he shouldn't be enjoying male sex this much, or even doing it in the first place, but with every hump of his pelvis, he couldn't stop thinking about how much their lives had been changed forever and how much he'd come to yearn for Peter's delicious hole again. He shook these thoughts out of his mind and focused on the thrusting, letting out a feline growl as he started speeding up, thrusting faster and faster until it happened.

Almost as if synchronized, Peter let out a loud yelp with one much deeper thrust that forced him into an orgasm. His doghood started shooting out his canine seed all over John's belly and chest, splattering all over the place as he kept shooting more and more jets of his hot liquid. At the same time, John was also having an orgasm of his own, letting out a mew of pleasure as he sunk his sharp feline nails into Peter's thighs and started shooting all of his load inside him. His creamy white milk filling up the condom rapidly. Those mighty balls finally having a chance to show off with an almost exaggerated amount of tiger cum. Peter's knot swelled up in size with each eager throb, expelling more semen until he was fully drained, meanwhile, John had just finished the last thrust, going as deep as he could until he finally loosened up his grip on the other man's thigh and shot his head to the side, opening his mouth and panting almost as heavily as his canine companion.

John looked down at the mess that his chest was now, surprised to have another man shooting off their load onto him, but what surprised him the most was how large and thicker Peter’s knot had become. The old tiger never dated out of his species and had very vague ideas of how a canine penis might be like, but seeing one in front of his very eyes, swollen up and throbbing on his lap, made him clench his virgin tail hole and wonder, even if for just a few seconds, what it would feel like to have all of that inside of him.

Both males were completely drained, all they had time to do was acknowledge they helped each other get off and had been drinking for hours, the alcohol, their age, and their little escapade finally taking its toll on them and they collapsed on top of one another, falling asleep within seconds.

The following morning, when Mr. Smith and Mr. Greene woke up, they were still cuddling each other and now less intoxicated from their drinking. It was then that they noticed they were still naked and everyone was gonna get up at any moment.

The two quickly got up and started putting back into place all the odd things they knocked down to the floor last night and hadn't realized. Peter tossed away all evidence of last night's event, but not before stopping to admire the balloon of feline cum that the condom they used last night had become. John quietly shrugged as if to say "I know, I cum a lot.". Then, after poking their heads out the door and seeing the back yard still empty, John and Peter started dashing towards the pond where their clothes hopefully still were.

Their Balls dangled in the open morning air while they ran through the grassy area on the way to the pond. They couldn't help but feel like boys again, running amok after having done something any responsible folk would reprimand them for.

After reaching the pond, both males sighed in relief after finding their clothes still in one tangled bundle of drunken undressing attempts. The sun was still low in the sky, shyly rising. They looked at each other in agreement and went back into the still freezing pond to wash off the smell of sex from their matted fur and hopefully also the strong hangover from their faces before drying off as best they could. They put their clothes back on and returned to the Greene's house; keeping a very special secret memory with them.

As they reached the house, they looked at each other one last time with that knowing gaze before shaking it off from their faces and walking through the door; two patriarchs who were still in an epic bout to find out which family was mightier.

BONUS SCENE

After all the guests had left, Peter and Martha were talking to one another and his wife had a way of noticing things in the small details.

"What are you so giddy about?" she inquired, turning to her husband, with a curiosity in her eye that betrayed the fact she wouldn't let go.

"Oh, John and I got very drunk last night, and we ended up... hmm." He was unsure of which word to use. Made love had a lot of implicit meaning to it. Fucked each other was too crass and too matter-of-fact for him. Had sex was short and to the point, but his wife beat him to it.

"You ended up having sex, right?"

"Y-yeah! How did you--"

"You smell of sex, Peter. After almost thirty years of marriage, I'd recognize that smell anywhere. Also, you're walking weird." Always the small things with Martha.

"Well, yeah, we were drunk, one thing led to another and then... Well, it happened." Peter was thinking back to last night, most details were hazy, except for the sex. He couldn't believe half the things he said and did. He had drunk quite a lot.

"Well, what then?" She turned to her husband, expecting an earnest answer. She had been his partner for their whole life. If there was a person Peter knew he could trust with anything, it was his wife.

"Well, I used protection, and... I enjoyed it, I think he might've liked it too, maybe a bit too much" Peter replied with honesty. Thinking back to it and then trusting his wife to understand him.

"I see." Martha said, before going back to the morning chores and talking while walking around the place "But if you're going to do it again I think you need to tell Mrs. Smith. She's a lovely lady and deserves to know the truth too. Let me know if you need help talking to her, explaining what it means when you two boys go 'drinking' together."

Despite all these years, Martha could still make him blush like a boy. Peter smiled and nodded, before approaching his wife and kissing her tenderly. "Thank you, honey. You're the best."

"I know," Martha said, returning the kiss with a smile and then a slap on her husband's butt. "Now go take a shower, you STILL reek of sex."

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Meanwhile, a few days later. Nathan was back at his parent's house, going through old belongings and the pile of wedding gifts that he and Wallace would be taking to the big city shortly. His father had been very kind to help him with the whole process, but was awfully quiet around him, not very talkative, but Nathan could tell there was something on his father's mind. He knew better than to ask, though, and waited for his father to bring up whatever topic it was he wanted to talk about.

"So, Kitto." John Smith started, "When you and Wallie are in bed, together... What is it like when you two... you know."

Nathan had a deer-in-headlights face. Completely taken by surprise by the sudden question and his father's random interest in his sex life. The younger tiger furrowed his brows and looked at his father with a very serious expression.

"Uhh... we are not going to have this conversation, dad." It took him tremendous strength to say all those words, but Nathan did.

His father just nodded and got up, ready to leave his son's room. "Fair enough."