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James stretched towards the ceiling, inhaling the sweet spring air through the open kitchen window. It was a perfect day; April had taken a break from showers and the young father had opened every window and screen door in the house. He too was taking a break - from his freelance web design work - to spend some time cleaning up and letting his son, Noah, have some play time outside, along with their dog, Lucky. The view through the window to the front yard was perfect to let him keep an eye on his son and finish putting up the dishes from their lunch a half hour before.
James reflected, and not for the first time, on how lucky he felt. His wife Claire was the go-getter in the family and was currently traveling cross-country for a major conference, but James loved her for her passion and drive and didn't mind one bit staying behind. He had tried the office life before Noah was born and found it stressful - his wife made plenty of money, and between taking care of the house, their young son, and his freelance work, he found himself both well-occupied and fulfilled. He had very little to complain about; they lived on a quiet cul-de-sac in a small corner of a well-kept, diverse, and friendly suburb near a major city. During the daytime it might feel a little empty, as most of the families here had two incomes and kids in school or daycare, but with Noah and Lucky he never felt lonely. He supposed he should enjoy that while he could, since Noah had just turned four and was starting preschool in the fall.
Noah was a perfect kid - polite and now old enough to be curious about everything, but young enough to still be silly and fun. He adored his Daddy, and spent his days laughing as they watched Bluey or whatever fun cartoons they found together on Youtube while James worked. Noah had light brown hair, a round face, and an adorable button nose. James thought he was the cutest boy he had ever seen, although he supposed he might be biased.
As James' thoughts wandered back to the present and he looked back outside, he was reminded of the one small quirk his son had. Noah had once again discarded his shorts and was running around the lawn fully naked, giggling as Lucky chased him through the grass! James chuckled and smiled a little ruefully to himself; he and his wife had never been able to convince him to keep clothes on for any length of time while at home. He wondered how long it would take for Noah to grow out of it, but he never really felt much pressure to force the issue. Noah never took off his clothes when they were out and about, only here at home, and it's not like James himself was a prude - he stood in the kitchen in just a pair of running shorts that did essentially nothing to hide his own body, which was in pretty good shape, if he said so himself.
James turned to the drying rack and lifted out the last group of dishes, put them into the cabinet, and picked up his cell phone to check his email. His current client was nice enough, not too demanding on revisions and changes, and was paying well, and he owed them an update later today. As he finished catching up, he realized that things were a little quieter than usual outside, so he glanced through the window. What he saw stopped him completely short and he instantly forgot about his client, his phone, and the dishes.
Noah was on his back in the grass, legs raised, and between those little legs was Lucky, licking happily away at his son's tiny penis. Noah was staring down with a curious expression as the dog worked him over. Lucky was three years old, and not a small dog, a mix of some kind of lab and doberman. He was easily twice Noah's weight, and he certainly towered over the small boy as he lay on his back receiving those licks from that broad, wet tongue. James realized he hadn't moved, and was about to bolt outside and break up the party when something happened that he could have never imagined in a lifetime: Noah lifted his legs, and Lucky moved his snout downward and began to lap at Noah's little hole.
Both father and son let out an involuntary sound at that moment, Noah's little moan loud enough that his daddy could hear, and James's low, guttural, and under his breath. Noah's expression was bewildered and his face was flushed, but he wasn't moving an inch. James was suddenly aware of his rock-hard cock, leaking and standing its full eight inches, tenting out his running shorts obscenely.
That cock was now leading the way, as he walked, nearly in a daze, through the kitchen doorway and into his front yard. His eyes were locked on Lucky's snout and tongue as it pressed deep into his four-year-old's little hole. His son was panting slightly, but for James it was nearly overwhelming to watch. Things he had never considered weren't just rolling through his mind but before his eyes.
Noah noticed his daddy's approach and smiled up at him, still not moving at all. Clearly he didn't understand what was happening or its implications, and more, he was enjoying it, a thought that made James' cock twitch even harder. He knelt down in the grass next to his son and stared wide-eyed as Lucky continued to dig deep into his son's hole.
"Hi daddy! Lucky and I were playing and now he's being licky," Noah said, breaking James' reverie and causing him to smile. Even while getting a thorough rimming from a dog, Noah couldn't help but be his wonderful, silly self. "I see that buddy. Does that feel good?" Noah nodded and lay his head back in the grass. "Yeah daddy, it feels REALLY good!"
James knew he should put a stop to this. All he had to do was gently separate them, or distract Noah with his favorite ice cream (cookie dough) or a trip to McDonalds. He realized that he didn't want to, that he fucking loved watching a dog violate his son's hole, licking him and making him feel good, making his little dick all hard. James wondered if that made him a pedophile, and the thought caused his already hard cock to spit a huge glob of precum so thick that it bled through the front of his shorts. James was clearly not thinking rationally, but at this point he couldn't help it; his son was too cute, the sight of it was too much. He had to ask.
"Can daddy help you feel good too?"
Noah looked puzzled for a moment but then nodded and smiled. James's heart was racing; he had touched his son any number of times, given him a bath nearly every night, but never like this, never in the way he desperately wanted to at this moment. He placed one hand each on Noah's belly and thigh, and began to rub gently in small circles. His skin was warm and smooth, not a single blemish or scrape he could see despite his son's predilection to running around naked outside. A perfect boy, and all his.
James' hands began to roam all over, and Noah began to moan again, the feelings that Lucky and his Daddy were giving him were new and powerful and a little overwhelming, but so, SO good. It felt like his daddy's hands were everywhere - touching his chest, grazing over his little nipples, gently rubbing his belly and sides in circles, moving over his thighs and just above his little penis, which was hard as could be and sticking up its full inch and a half straight into the air. Noah's eyes we closed and his breathing was deep; he was totally focused on the intense feelings he had no words for yet.
Lucky, for his part, was singularly focused on Noah's little hole and taint, and showed no sign of being distracted from his task. James noticed that the dog was showing a bit of pink at his sheath, and more crazy ideas entered his mind. He made a mental note to explore those thoughts later, and began to get a bit more intentional with his rubbing, moving one hand down to Noah's perfect cheeks to rub and spread his son's hole even wider to give Lucky more access.
After a few minutes he couldn't stand it anymore. Despite their relatively exposed position, James' cock was begging for air, so with one hand still on his son's ass, he reached with his left into his shorts and hauled out his eight inches of thick cock. He didn't hesitate this time to gently press his cock forward onto Noah's face, rubbing it slightly but somewhat insistently onto his little boy's lips and nose. The cock looked enormous next to the face of a four year old boy. He supposed he really was a nasty pedo. How he had never considered this before he had no idea, it seemed almost obvious that this was what he desperately wanted.
Noah had opened one eye when his Daddy's cock pressed into his face, but he didn't move - he was far too focused on the hands on his body and the doggy tongue in his hole. His daddy's cock smelled different, but very very good, different, stronger, more intense. His eyes flew open, however, when he felt James' strong left hand on his penis, rubbing him up and down firmly. He moaned again, high pitched and needy, although he had no idea yet for what.
James's mind was reeling. What an incredible sight the three of them must be! In their front lawn, his son completely naked, himself nearly so, and rubbing his thick cock on his four year old's face! Touching his son's tiny penis, while their dog went to town on the little boy's hole as it quivered and shined with spit in the sunlight through the trees! Anyone could pull into their street, or walk out of their house, at any moment. It was beyond insane, but he had never been more turned on in his life. He felt locked into this endless moment, riding the wave of touching his son and the incredible feeling of his thick, hard cock pressing harder onto his boy's mouth with each gentle thrust, and he realized that both he and his son were about to come. Noah was tensing and twitching slightly and he felt his own balls pulling up and readying a several-day load.
"Daddy.... daddy! Ah!" Noah moaned out loud. All at once, his baby boy's head dropped back, his mouth opened as he cried out through his very first ever dry orgasm. His tiny penis twitched and shuddered between his daddy's fingers, his hole clenched under the relentless assault of Lucky's wide tongue. At the sight of his little son's first dry cum, James lost what small amount of control he had remaining and began to unload himself, all over his son's face and into his open mouth. Noah shuddered, swallowed, opened his mouth again, and James cupped the back of his son's head and gently pushed the head and an inch or so of his cock between his lips and kept unloading into Noah's mouth. James groaned loudly and mumbled nonsense as his son sucked on the head of his fat cock and swallowed the rest of his daddy's cum. "Oh, buddy, oh, suck on me Noah, my fat pedo cock in your little mouth...!"
And then it was over. James fell back slightly, bracing himself with one hand in the grass, breathing heavily, as his cock made an audible "pop!" as it slid out from Noah's lips. Lucky, finally distracted by something new and delicious leapt up from Noah's wet hole and was all over his face, licking up James' cum and pushing his wet tongue into the boy's laughing mouth. "Lucky! Noooo!!" Noah giggled as the dog continued his assault. Noah finally relaxed and let his head and legs drop to the grass, somewhat sore from holding them up for the dog's, and his daddy's, ministrations.
James, coming down from the best orgasm of his entire life, was now a bit more conscious of how exposed they were. He looked around in mild panic at the wide open lawn, the cul-de-sac, and the street beyond but saw no one. "Let's go get you cleaned up, okay buddy?" he said as he pulled his still hard cock back into his running shorts, and lifted his exhausted son into his arms. Staring down at the red-faced, blushing and fully naked four-year-old, he knew he was going to do this again - that he would take it further. He carried Noah across the lawn and back into the house, the boy already nodding off in his arms.
Lucky raced in behind them, his pink tip still showing at his sheath, and James wondered what other new things he, Noah and Lucky might discover together...