Natural Selection 3/?
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Dub-con, Incest, Bestiality, Boypussy!Kurt, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. The dogs look like this.
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Kurt held the gate wide as William drove his truck and trailer through, parking up by the barn, where the dogs were being kept. Keeping a hold on the barn door as the scratching and whining increased, Kurt waited while their visitor led his bull out to a holding pen.
"All set?" Kurt called out as William grabbed his overnight bag from the back of the truck.
"Gosh son, those dogs sure make a racket, don't they," William said as he scratched at the back of his head.
"Yeah, they're not big on strangers but I'll introduce you and that should settle them down a bit," Kurt offered. "They're loud but they won't attack you or anything, at least while I'm around," he joked. He slid the door open and caught both dog collars expertly when they tried to race past him, barking wildly. "The brown one is Hunter and the black one is Finch. I need to let them smell you and if you could reach into my jacket pocket, on the left, there's some treats to help them like you."
William blanched a little as Hunter growled viciously when he reached into Kurt's pocket but the dog immediately gave up when he opened the bag of treats. Changing tack immediately, Hunter sat and whined while panting, wanting the rawhide snacks. Finch though, kept bouncing around trying to break free but Kurt managed to keep a hold on to him.
"Wow, looks like you've got some muscles there."
Kurt shrugged. "I live on a farm; I have to pull my weight. You better give Finch some of those before pulls my arm out of its socket though," he chuckled.
***
After freshening up and a cup of coffee with his hosts, William was keen to get his bull to work.
"Let's see if we can't get these cows bred this afternoon, huh?" He hopped up to follow Burt out but then doubled back to his bag to grab the newspaper he'd picked up earlier in the day. Spotting Kurt washing up the cups with the dogs sitting alert at his feet, William couldn't help but try to rattle the kid. "Kurt, you coming out to watch these cows fuck, or what?"
Kurt frowned in the visitor's direction and tilted his head.
"Fuck?" he asked uncertainly.
"Yeah, you know what fucking is, don't you?" Kurt shook his head dumbly as he placed the last cup on the bench.
"You got the internet, son?"
"Uh huh."
"Google it, kid. Then maybe you and I could try it later," William grinned and winked at the inquisitive boy before heading out the back door to catch up to his host.
***
Kurt dried his hands on a towel and went to find his laptop. Opening the computer up, he loaded up Google and punched in the words that William had used.
'What does fucking mean?'
He hit enter and then typed up a second question to make sure he got all the information he needed in one hit.
'If someone wanted to fuck, what does that mean?'
Kurt hit the enter key once again and closed the laptop back. He'd check back later but right now he wanted to get started on the casserole before seeing if his daddy needed any help.
***
Kurt said goodnight to the adults and moved to his bedroom to get changed into his sleep shirt and wait for his daddy to come in for a goodnight kiss. He checked Google to see if it had come back with an answer yet, but there was nothing. Thinking nothing of it, he shut down his laptop and climbed on the bed to get the dogs to settle down properly.
They'd been acting out all day with William around, tugging at Kurt's jeans, jumping on him, licking his hands constantly, not to mention all the barking and growling they'd been doing when their visitor came to close to Kurt. It was tiring and Kurt finally gave up hanging out with the grown-ups outside after William had sidled up to him asking if he'd been able to get the answer out of Google yet. Of course Kurt told him the truth; that it usually took a while before Google came back with an answer and Kurt couldn't be bothered waiting around, to which the curly headed man had shrugged and patted him on the shoulder while commiserating about the speed of dial-up. Kurt wasn't really sure what he meant but thought nothing more of it because Finch had lunged for their visitor, his jaws snapping. Instead Kurt headed off to take the boys for a long walk to tire them out and give everyone a bit of peace and quiet for the rest of the day.
Lying on his front with feet beside by his pillows, each hand was buried in the heavy fur of his dogs as Kurt spoke softly to them, telling them what was happening tomorrow and what good dogs they were. Finch was already rolling over for a belly rub, his dark pink cock peeking out from his furry sheath but Hunter was busy trying to catch Kurt's hand with a clumsy paw and tongue lolling out the side playfully. He gave small 'wuffs’ as the game turned more playful, his jaw open wide as Kurt teased him with a quick hand darting around in front of the dog, daring him to catch it.
As Kurt got more involved with avoiding Hunter's teeth, Finch crawled up closer to his face trying to get Kurt to rub his tummy but even then, Kurt was still distracted. Finch whined a little and rolled on his back, legs spread trying to catch Kurt's attention while Hunter snorted and jumped off the bed, prancing in a circle while Kurt laughed. Finally able to pet Finch, Kurt rubbed along the soft downy fur along his belly and scratched in the right places to get the dog's leg to kick vainly. Seeing him distracted, Hunter leaped back on the bed and plodded over Kurt's outstretched legs, coming to stand over him and drop his snout over Kurt's shoulder.
"Hey!" Kurt called out with a laugh. "What are you doing, silly?" He chuckled as Hunter tried to lick at his ear and neck, not realizing his hand had slipped down Finch's body and he was scratching at a fur covered cock.
Kurt kept giggling while Hunter snuffled against the side of his face, trying to head-butt him into moving, as Finch's cock unsheathed. Hunter gave up huffing into Kurt's ear on one side and tried the other to see if he would move, making Kurt pull his hand away from Finch but quickly replacing with his other, letting it wrap around the dog's hot, smooth shaft. Kurt stroked it several times inadvertently as Hunter kept nuzzling him before making the connection that he was no longer patting a belly and jerked his hand away.
"Why, you little sneak!" He laughed when Finch whined and thumped his tail on the bed. He held his hand out to the dog. "Clean up your mess, grubby," he instructed as Finch licked the taste of his cock from Kurt's hand while Hunter started to lick insistently behind Kurt's ear. "Ew, Hunter. Knock it off," he whined, scrunching his neck up, trying to limit access. "I've already had a shower. I don't need another one, thank you," he grumbled, pulling his hand from Finch's tongue. He tried to get on all fours and crawl off the bed.
Hunter's body straddled Kurt’s when he got his hands under him, the dog slipping back as he pushed his chest higher. Kurt could feel Hunter trying to hold on; front paws wrapped low around his hips. He wondered if the dog was tripping over as Hunter's hips suddenly jerked against him in a flurry.
"What the-? Off. Get off," Kurt grumbled in confusion.
The bedroom door opened slightly, making the dogs jump off the bed immediately and take up guard as the door was held ajar but they all relaxed when his daddy's voice started up, speaking to William. Kurt pulled himself up and sat on his haunches at the edge of the bed.
Daddy smiled as he took in his boys, seated and wary on the floor, and Kurt smiling back at him on the bed.
"Sorry, buddy. William's kind of chatty."
"S'okay, we were just playing anyway."
"Mm hmm," his father hummed absentmindedly as he realized both dog's cocks were still retreating. "Ready to give me a good night kiss, kiddo?"
"Uh huh. Wanna do it like yesterday?" Kurt asked brightly while his daddy unbuckled his belt and pulled out his heavy soft cock.
"Naw, why don't you stay there and kiss daddy," his father said, tucking the waistband of his shorts under his balls. He held up the floppy meat and watched with interest as Kurt licked and slurped his way along the swiftly hardening shaft.
"Good boy, baby." Kurt grinned and then used his hand to feed the cock into his mouth, pumping it a few times until his daddy clicked his tongue. "We use hands for hugging, Kurt, not kissing."
"M'kay," Kurt mumbled as he moved his head around to get more of his father’s cock in his mouth so he could get it harder and eventually swallow his protein.
"That's better. Bob your head. Uh huh, just like that." Kurt felt his daddy's hand cup his jaw and he let him take control of his head's movement. Daddy knew the best way to get the protein out fast.
Closing his eyes but keeping up suction on his father’s cock, Kurt's head was jerked back and forth roughly so that the cock almost went all the way down his throat and back to the tip of his tongue again. He could hear his daddy's breathing change as he shuddered. Any second now and warm, gooey protein would be coating his tongue. Kurt hummed in anticipation and promptly received a huge load to swallow.
His father blew out a soft whistle as he let go of Kurt’s head, his softening cock slipping free, thick saliva and cum coating it.
"You are so good at that, Kurt, but can you clean me up?"
"Mm hmm." Kurt smiled as he licked at the softening flesh, stripping away the wetness with his tongue in long stripes.
"Okay, thank you. Now, into bed, baby boy. How are you finding it, having someone else around?"
"It's okay, I guess. He talks about stuff I don't know about and I Googled it but no answers yet."
"Oh? I think the internet might have been down today, buddy. But I'll check, alright?"
"Yes please. G'night, daddy."
"Night, bud. Don't forget, breakfast in here in the morning."
Daddy ruffled his son's hair as they smiled to each other and then left the room, closing the door behind him, knowing the dogs would be okay until he came back in the morning.
***
Opening up his own laptop, Burt looked for Kurt's questions but all he could see were two words: fucking and fuck. His eyebrows shot up in shock before he realized where Kurt would've heard them.
William.
His mind started to race. It was one thing to mention fucking in passing. It could have been a curse or something about the cows today. But it was the second question that had his blood running cold.
If someone wanted to fuck...
That meant that William mentioned something about wanting to fuck to Kurt. Did that mean he wanted to fuck him? His son? His little boy? Or did it mean that William had referred to the bull wanting to fuck the cows?
His eyes narrowed as he thought about how friendly William had been towards Kurt, which in itself wasn't unusual as everyone liked the boy, but now he thought about it, William tried to touch his son on the arm or the hip a lot. No wonder the dogs kept going off today. They knew what William wanted. He was glad now that the dogs were shut in Kurt's room; there was no way that William would try anything while they were around.
Burt took a deep breath to calm down and thought about how to answer Kurt's questions - a way to give him information that wouldn't sound odd if he repeated it to company but not so much that Kurt understood all the particulars. He cracked his knuckles and set about typing an answer to the first question.
The term 'fucking' can have several meanings. 1. Fucking and its shortened form, fuck, can be used as curse words, although they are considered to be in bad taste e.g. 'I fucking told him not to do that' or 'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' 2. Fucking is a physically intimate game played with two or more players that like or love each other. Rules vary widely depending on a number of factors and how many participants there are in each game. Usually, fucking is played in private, between two participants and is generally only discussed with the other player(s) in the game.
Happy with the useful but vague nature of his reply, he sent it and started on answering the next one, making sure it was also written as a mixture of informative and informal to sound like less like himself.
When someone wants to fuck they will ask a loved one to play a game of fucking with them e.g. 'Let's fuck' or 'I want to fuck you'.
Burt nodded, satisfied with the short answer, and sent it off to his son. As his boy had gotten older, he’d wanted to come into town more often and there would come a time where Burt wasn’t with him when someone might joke about fucking. It was better that Kurt understood the language - it should keep him out of trouble for now, until Burt can school him on all the ins and outs of fucking. A lesson he'd been waiting patiently to teach his boy for years and he had a plan to begin the first session in a just a few days time.
He had plans once William headed off tomorrow. He'll spend Friday night with his boy as usual, enjoying a Gilligan's Island marathon, but come Saturday, he'll be driving over to the big smoke to pick up a couple of things Kurt will like; namely a new fandangle sewing machine and the fancy vibrator he saw advertised online the other night. At some point, Burt knew he was going to want to spend some time snug in his boy's asshole, so lube was on the list along with a couple of plugs to keep his son open and ready for him whenever he wants. The one thing he'd contemplated about stocking up on but decided not to, was condoms. When Kurt was a baby, the doctors were almost certain that his kid didn't have any of the internal equipment to make babies and given that puberty arrived but a period didn't, Burt felt confident that he could come inside Kurt without consequence, which was pretty damn perfect.
He closed the lid to his laptop and changed into a pair of pajama pants then climbed into bed, drifting off to sleep with a fantasy of his son riding his cock.
It was only a couple of hours later when he was jolted awake to the horrendous noise of barking coming from Kurt's room.
Burt was up and running through the house in seconds. He scrambled down the hall, realized that his kid's door was open and that was where the crashing noise and a shriek had come from over the cacophony of barking dogs.
He slammed a hand on the half open door, making it bang into the wall as he tried to make sense of the shapes in the darkness. Groping for the light switch, he flicked it on and dazzled everyone including himself as he yelled out.
"What the hell is going on?"
When the bright spots appearing before his eyes faded a little, he could see his son sitting up in bed, looking rumpled with a hand shielding his eyes from the light. The dogs, still growling, had a very pale William baled up in the corner of the room and a lamp was lying broken on the floor. Suddenly, Burt had a pretty good idea of what was happening.
"G-get them off me, Burt," William pleaded.
Burt narrowed his eyes at the intruding visitor but directed his first question to Kurt, walking over to check on him. "You okay, kiddo?"
"Yeah. He woke me up and gave us all a fright, that's all."
Burt turned on William then, noticing how Hunter's teeth were bared, giving the curly headed man a death glare.
"What were you doing?"
"B-Burt. Please. Make them stand down. I- I just took a wrong turn trying to get to the bathroom and when I realized I was in Kurt's room, I just tried to get directions is all."
Turning back to his kid to check the validity to his story, Burt raised an eyebrow at Kurt who simply frowned.
"Hunter! Finch! Away!" Burt yelled out and the dogs immediately backed off, coming to sit at his feet instead.
"You. Move." He jerked a thumb at the door to get William out of the room. "Find the bathroom and I'll see you in the kitchen in a minute." Burt watched their visitor scarper quickly before telling Kurt to lie back down and getting the dogs settled back down on the bed. "So I guess he wasn't looking for the bathroom?" Kurt shook his head and rubbed at his eyes sleepily.
"He wanted to know if I'd checked Google yet and when I said I hadn't, he offered to tell me all about it instead. He must've kicked Hunter when he tried to get in bed and then well, you heard the racket."
"Hmph. Alright. Time for you to go back to sleep. Love you, Kurt, and you too boys."
***
Walking into the kitchen, William was already there making two cups of instant coffee. Burt leaned on the back of a chair and huffed a breath out before speaking.
"So, this your idea of fun, is it Schuester? Going to people's house and sneaking into bed with their kids?! Huh?!"
"What! No, no, no. It's just a misunderstanding, Burt, I swear!"
Burt snorted with disbelief. "Here's what's gonna happen, you little shit. When I get up to go milking, you're gonna pack up and go. And if you ever show your face around here again, I let the dogs have at it and what they don't finish, I'm sure I'll be well within my rights to shoot a trespasser.” He glared at William. “You get me?"
"Uh-hh, yeah sure. Sure. W-what about payment?"
"Don't worry, you'll get your money. Just as soon as you're off my property in the morning."
***
When Kurt finally woke up he couldn't quite figure out what was different this morning until he realized that Hunter was gone and the sun was up. Did he sleep through breakfast?
He heard the front door bang closed and propped himself up on his elbows as his daddy opened his door and popped his head around the corner.
"There he is, Hunter," his daddy chuckled as the dog shot past him, leaping onto the bed to give both Finch and Kurt a lick on their cheeks. "Morning, baby. Sleep okay?"
"Morning, daddy," Kurt chirped as he nodded. "Um, did I sleep through breakfast?"
"Nope. William needed to get going early this morning so I lent him a hand to get Puckerman in the truck so they could get on the road, then I did the milking. So, I'm gonna wash up and I'll see you in the kitchen, buddy."
"Okay, daddy."
***
Burt put the coffee pot on and went to wash his hands and face. Satisfied he'd made his point to William this morning and glad to see the back of him, Burt made his way back to the kitchen to find his son's bare ass pointing up at him, bent over the table with his legs wide apart.
Sliding a rough hand along the smooth swell of Kurt's ass, Burt rumbled with anticipation. Pulling up a chair, he got right to work, spreading his boy's outer lips and letting the scent of the glistening pink cunt wash over him.
"Mmm," he hummed as he leaned in to sniff, his chin nudging alongside Kurt's clit while he mouthed lazily at his entrance. Burt started sucking on his son's smaller but now puffy and protruding inner lips, displaying Kurt's arousal.
"You always taste so good, kid. Mmmm." A slight waggle of Kurt's ass let him know his boy was pleased with the compliment and Burt rewarded him further by nibbling softly at his clit, getting a gasp in return. "You like it when I play with your button, don't you?"
Kurt grunted and pushed himself against his father's still buried face. Burt moved down, flicking sharp licks along the way, criss-crossing the cunt with strokes. Teasingly, he laid his tongue fat above the entrance and ran it around the cunt in circles, never dipping in, letting it clench wildly as his son's juices really started to flow. Putting his mouth against the fleshy lips, he blew a lazy raspberry and smiled as Kurt simultaneously cried out and clenched down hard.
"I think I'm gonna need two servings today, baby boy."
His son nodded as best he could with his head pillowed on the back of his hands.
Burt licked long languorous strokes up and down each side of his pussy. When he finally dipped his tongue into the hot juicy cunt, Kurt's entire body rippled with a shudder as he came, making Burt dive in further, his nose digging into his kid's perineum. A sigh from Kurt let him know that he was enjoying himself and Burt could taste the musky thicker cream his son was oozing, but he wanted more.
Pulling out, he quickly sucked a finger and slid it in, twisting it to find Kurt's G spot while his tongue danced around the edges of his entrance, digging in where it would fit. Lapping up the groove to his boy's urethra, Burt teased it with the tip and then flattened his tongue to simply put pressure on the spot as his finger massaged Kurt's internal wall. Moving on, his tongue slipped up to lay flat over the clit, rubbing back and forth in constant motion as he started to thrust in and out with his finger.
Kurt's body was shaking but Burt kept at it, pausing only to stroke inside his son and switch over to sucking on his clit, letting his tongue drag over it now and then. Burt did an internal fist pump as he sucked and thrust in with two fingers, feeling the tension in Kurt's body tighten like the string on a bow. The snap came only seconds later, as Kurt's muffled “Uhhhhh,” was accompanied with a larger gush of cloudy juices that had Burt yanking his fingers out to suck on them before he buried his face in his son's snatch. Using his tongue like a scoop, he fed himself with Kurt’s release, finally finishing off by sawing his tongue across the entrance to catch the last taste.
He sighed, resting his forehead on Kurt's ass cheek. Just a couple more days and he'd be able to fuck his kid's pussy, filling him to the brim with his own cream. He couldn't wait for breakfast on Monday morning.
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A/N - Next up, Burt heads off for the weekend, Kurt checks Google and a surprise visitor sets the dogs off.
Part 4>>
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Dub-con, Incest, Bestiality, Boypussy!Kurt, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. The dogs look like this.
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Kurt held the gate wide as William drove his truck and trailer through, parking up by the barn, where the dogs were being kept. Keeping a hold on the barn door as the scratching and whining increased, Kurt waited while their visitor led his bull out to a holding pen.
"All set?" Kurt called out as William grabbed his overnight bag from the back of the truck.
"Gosh son, those dogs sure make a racket, don't they," William said as he scratched at the back of his head.
"Yeah, they're not big on strangers but I'll introduce you and that should settle them down a bit," Kurt offered. "They're loud but they won't attack you or anything, at least while I'm around," he joked. He slid the door open and caught both dog collars expertly when they tried to race past him, barking wildly. "The brown one is Hunter and the black one is Finch. I need to let them smell you and if you could reach into my jacket pocket, on the left, there's some treats to help them like you."
William blanched a little as Hunter growled viciously when he reached into Kurt's pocket but the dog immediately gave up when he opened the bag of treats. Changing tack immediately, Hunter sat and whined while panting, wanting the rawhide snacks. Finch though, kept bouncing around trying to break free but Kurt managed to keep a hold on to him.
"Wow, looks like you've got some muscles there."
Kurt shrugged. "I live on a farm; I have to pull my weight. You better give Finch some of those before pulls my arm out of its socket though," he chuckled.
***
After freshening up and a cup of coffee with his hosts, William was keen to get his bull to work.
"Let's see if we can't get these cows bred this afternoon, huh?" He hopped up to follow Burt out but then doubled back to his bag to grab the newspaper he'd picked up earlier in the day. Spotting Kurt washing up the cups with the dogs sitting alert at his feet, William couldn't help but try to rattle the kid. "Kurt, you coming out to watch these cows fuck, or what?"
Kurt frowned in the visitor's direction and tilted his head.
"Fuck?" he asked uncertainly.
"Yeah, you know what fucking is, don't you?" Kurt shook his head dumbly as he placed the last cup on the bench.
"You got the internet, son?"
"Uh huh."
"Google it, kid. Then maybe you and I could try it later," William grinned and winked at the inquisitive boy before heading out the back door to catch up to his host.
***
Kurt dried his hands on a towel and went to find his laptop. Opening the computer up, he loaded up Google and punched in the words that William had used.
'What does fucking mean?'
He hit enter and then typed up a second question to make sure he got all the information he needed in one hit.
'If someone wanted to fuck, what does that mean?'
Kurt hit the enter key once again and closed the laptop back. He'd check back later but right now he wanted to get started on the casserole before seeing if his daddy needed any help.
***
Kurt said goodnight to the adults and moved to his bedroom to get changed into his sleep shirt and wait for his daddy to come in for a goodnight kiss. He checked Google to see if it had come back with an answer yet, but there was nothing. Thinking nothing of it, he shut down his laptop and climbed on the bed to get the dogs to settle down properly.
They'd been acting out all day with William around, tugging at Kurt's jeans, jumping on him, licking his hands constantly, not to mention all the barking and growling they'd been doing when their visitor came to close to Kurt. It was tiring and Kurt finally gave up hanging out with the grown-ups outside after William had sidled up to him asking if he'd been able to get the answer out of Google yet. Of course Kurt told him the truth; that it usually took a while before Google came back with an answer and Kurt couldn't be bothered waiting around, to which the curly headed man had shrugged and patted him on the shoulder while commiserating about the speed of dial-up. Kurt wasn't really sure what he meant but thought nothing more of it because Finch had lunged for their visitor, his jaws snapping. Instead Kurt headed off to take the boys for a long walk to tire them out and give everyone a bit of peace and quiet for the rest of the day.
Lying on his front with feet beside by his pillows, each hand was buried in the heavy fur of his dogs as Kurt spoke softly to them, telling them what was happening tomorrow and what good dogs they were. Finch was already rolling over for a belly rub, his dark pink cock peeking out from his furry sheath but Hunter was busy trying to catch Kurt's hand with a clumsy paw and tongue lolling out the side playfully. He gave small 'wuffs’ as the game turned more playful, his jaw open wide as Kurt teased him with a quick hand darting around in front of the dog, daring him to catch it.
As Kurt got more involved with avoiding Hunter's teeth, Finch crawled up closer to his face trying to get Kurt to rub his tummy but even then, Kurt was still distracted. Finch whined a little and rolled on his back, legs spread trying to catch Kurt's attention while Hunter snorted and jumped off the bed, prancing in a circle while Kurt laughed. Finally able to pet Finch, Kurt rubbed along the soft downy fur along his belly and scratched in the right places to get the dog's leg to kick vainly. Seeing him distracted, Hunter leaped back on the bed and plodded over Kurt's outstretched legs, coming to stand over him and drop his snout over Kurt's shoulder.
"Hey!" Kurt called out with a laugh. "What are you doing, silly?" He chuckled as Hunter tried to lick at his ear and neck, not realizing his hand had slipped down Finch's body and he was scratching at a fur covered cock.
Kurt kept giggling while Hunter snuffled against the side of his face, trying to head-butt him into moving, as Finch's cock unsheathed. Hunter gave up huffing into Kurt's ear on one side and tried the other to see if he would move, making Kurt pull his hand away from Finch but quickly replacing with his other, letting it wrap around the dog's hot, smooth shaft. Kurt stroked it several times inadvertently as Hunter kept nuzzling him before making the connection that he was no longer patting a belly and jerked his hand away.
"Why, you little sneak!" He laughed when Finch whined and thumped his tail on the bed. He held his hand out to the dog. "Clean up your mess, grubby," he instructed as Finch licked the taste of his cock from Kurt's hand while Hunter started to lick insistently behind Kurt's ear. "Ew, Hunter. Knock it off," he whined, scrunching his neck up, trying to limit access. "I've already had a shower. I don't need another one, thank you," he grumbled, pulling his hand from Finch's tongue. He tried to get on all fours and crawl off the bed.
Hunter's body straddled Kurt’s when he got his hands under him, the dog slipping back as he pushed his chest higher. Kurt could feel Hunter trying to hold on; front paws wrapped low around his hips. He wondered if the dog was tripping over as Hunter's hips suddenly jerked against him in a flurry.
"What the-? Off. Get off," Kurt grumbled in confusion.
The bedroom door opened slightly, making the dogs jump off the bed immediately and take up guard as the door was held ajar but they all relaxed when his daddy's voice started up, speaking to William. Kurt pulled himself up and sat on his haunches at the edge of the bed.
Daddy smiled as he took in his boys, seated and wary on the floor, and Kurt smiling back at him on the bed.
"Sorry, buddy. William's kind of chatty."
"S'okay, we were just playing anyway."
"Mm hmm," his father hummed absentmindedly as he realized both dog's cocks were still retreating. "Ready to give me a good night kiss, kiddo?"
"Uh huh. Wanna do it like yesterday?" Kurt asked brightly while his daddy unbuckled his belt and pulled out his heavy soft cock.
"Naw, why don't you stay there and kiss daddy," his father said, tucking the waistband of his shorts under his balls. He held up the floppy meat and watched with interest as Kurt licked and slurped his way along the swiftly hardening shaft.
"Good boy, baby." Kurt grinned and then used his hand to feed the cock into his mouth, pumping it a few times until his daddy clicked his tongue. "We use hands for hugging, Kurt, not kissing."
"M'kay," Kurt mumbled as he moved his head around to get more of his father’s cock in his mouth so he could get it harder and eventually swallow his protein.
"That's better. Bob your head. Uh huh, just like that." Kurt felt his daddy's hand cup his jaw and he let him take control of his head's movement. Daddy knew the best way to get the protein out fast.
Closing his eyes but keeping up suction on his father’s cock, Kurt's head was jerked back and forth roughly so that the cock almost went all the way down his throat and back to the tip of his tongue again. He could hear his daddy's breathing change as he shuddered. Any second now and warm, gooey protein would be coating his tongue. Kurt hummed in anticipation and promptly received a huge load to swallow.
His father blew out a soft whistle as he let go of Kurt’s head, his softening cock slipping free, thick saliva and cum coating it.
"You are so good at that, Kurt, but can you clean me up?"
"Mm hmm." Kurt smiled as he licked at the softening flesh, stripping away the wetness with his tongue in long stripes.
"Okay, thank you. Now, into bed, baby boy. How are you finding it, having someone else around?"
"It's okay, I guess. He talks about stuff I don't know about and I Googled it but no answers yet."
"Oh? I think the internet might have been down today, buddy. But I'll check, alright?"
"Yes please. G'night, daddy."
"Night, bud. Don't forget, breakfast in here in the morning."
Daddy ruffled his son's hair as they smiled to each other and then left the room, closing the door behind him, knowing the dogs would be okay until he came back in the morning.
***
Opening up his own laptop, Burt looked for Kurt's questions but all he could see were two words: fucking and fuck. His eyebrows shot up in shock before he realized where Kurt would've heard them.
William.
His mind started to race. It was one thing to mention fucking in passing. It could have been a curse or something about the cows today. But it was the second question that had his blood running cold.
If someone wanted to fuck...
That meant that William mentioned something about wanting to fuck to Kurt. Did that mean he wanted to fuck him? His son? His little boy? Or did it mean that William had referred to the bull wanting to fuck the cows?
His eyes narrowed as he thought about how friendly William had been towards Kurt, which in itself wasn't unusual as everyone liked the boy, but now he thought about it, William tried to touch his son on the arm or the hip a lot. No wonder the dogs kept going off today. They knew what William wanted. He was glad now that the dogs were shut in Kurt's room; there was no way that William would try anything while they were around.
Burt took a deep breath to calm down and thought about how to answer Kurt's questions - a way to give him information that wouldn't sound odd if he repeated it to company but not so much that Kurt understood all the particulars. He cracked his knuckles and set about typing an answer to the first question.
The term 'fucking' can have several meanings. 1. Fucking and its shortened form, fuck, can be used as curse words, although they are considered to be in bad taste e.g. 'I fucking told him not to do that' or 'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' 2. Fucking is a physically intimate game played with two or more players that like or love each other. Rules vary widely depending on a number of factors and how many participants there are in each game. Usually, fucking is played in private, between two participants and is generally only discussed with the other player(s) in the game.
Happy with the useful but vague nature of his reply, he sent it and started on answering the next one, making sure it was also written as a mixture of informative and informal to sound like less like himself.
When someone wants to fuck they will ask a loved one to play a game of fucking with them e.g. 'Let's fuck' or 'I want to fuck you'.
Burt nodded, satisfied with the short answer, and sent it off to his son. As his boy had gotten older, he’d wanted to come into town more often and there would come a time where Burt wasn’t with him when someone might joke about fucking. It was better that Kurt understood the language - it should keep him out of trouble for now, until Burt can school him on all the ins and outs of fucking. A lesson he'd been waiting patiently to teach his boy for years and he had a plan to begin the first session in a just a few days time.
He had plans once William headed off tomorrow. He'll spend Friday night with his boy as usual, enjoying a Gilligan's Island marathon, but come Saturday, he'll be driving over to the big smoke to pick up a couple of things Kurt will like; namely a new fandangle sewing machine and the fancy vibrator he saw advertised online the other night. At some point, Burt knew he was going to want to spend some time snug in his boy's asshole, so lube was on the list along with a couple of plugs to keep his son open and ready for him whenever he wants. The one thing he'd contemplated about stocking up on but decided not to, was condoms. When Kurt was a baby, the doctors were almost certain that his kid didn't have any of the internal equipment to make babies and given that puberty arrived but a period didn't, Burt felt confident that he could come inside Kurt without consequence, which was pretty damn perfect.
He closed the lid to his laptop and changed into a pair of pajama pants then climbed into bed, drifting off to sleep with a fantasy of his son riding his cock.
It was only a couple of hours later when he was jolted awake to the horrendous noise of barking coming from Kurt's room.
Burt was up and running through the house in seconds. He scrambled down the hall, realized that his kid's door was open and that was where the crashing noise and a shriek had come from over the cacophony of barking dogs.
He slammed a hand on the half open door, making it bang into the wall as he tried to make sense of the shapes in the darkness. Groping for the light switch, he flicked it on and dazzled everyone including himself as he yelled out.
"What the hell is going on?"
When the bright spots appearing before his eyes faded a little, he could see his son sitting up in bed, looking rumpled with a hand shielding his eyes from the light. The dogs, still growling, had a very pale William baled up in the corner of the room and a lamp was lying broken on the floor. Suddenly, Burt had a pretty good idea of what was happening.
"G-get them off me, Burt," William pleaded.
Burt narrowed his eyes at the intruding visitor but directed his first question to Kurt, walking over to check on him. "You okay, kiddo?"
"Yeah. He woke me up and gave us all a fright, that's all."
Burt turned on William then, noticing how Hunter's teeth were bared, giving the curly headed man a death glare.
"What were you doing?"
"B-Burt. Please. Make them stand down. I- I just took a wrong turn trying to get to the bathroom and when I realized I was in Kurt's room, I just tried to get directions is all."
Turning back to his kid to check the validity to his story, Burt raised an eyebrow at Kurt who simply frowned.
"Hunter! Finch! Away!" Burt yelled out and the dogs immediately backed off, coming to sit at his feet instead.
"You. Move." He jerked a thumb at the door to get William out of the room. "Find the bathroom and I'll see you in the kitchen in a minute." Burt watched their visitor scarper quickly before telling Kurt to lie back down and getting the dogs settled back down on the bed. "So I guess he wasn't looking for the bathroom?" Kurt shook his head and rubbed at his eyes sleepily.
"He wanted to know if I'd checked Google yet and when I said I hadn't, he offered to tell me all about it instead. He must've kicked Hunter when he tried to get in bed and then well, you heard the racket."
"Hmph. Alright. Time for you to go back to sleep. Love you, Kurt, and you too boys."
***
Walking into the kitchen, William was already there making two cups of instant coffee. Burt leaned on the back of a chair and huffed a breath out before speaking.
"So, this your idea of fun, is it Schuester? Going to people's house and sneaking into bed with their kids?! Huh?!"
"What! No, no, no. It's just a misunderstanding, Burt, I swear!"
Burt snorted with disbelief. "Here's what's gonna happen, you little shit. When I get up to go milking, you're gonna pack up and go. And if you ever show your face around here again, I let the dogs have at it and what they don't finish, I'm sure I'll be well within my rights to shoot a trespasser.” He glared at William. “You get me?"
"Uh-hh, yeah sure. Sure. W-what about payment?"
"Don't worry, you'll get your money. Just as soon as you're off my property in the morning."
***
When Kurt finally woke up he couldn't quite figure out what was different this morning until he realized that Hunter was gone and the sun was up. Did he sleep through breakfast?
He heard the front door bang closed and propped himself up on his elbows as his daddy opened his door and popped his head around the corner.
"There he is, Hunter," his daddy chuckled as the dog shot past him, leaping onto the bed to give both Finch and Kurt a lick on their cheeks. "Morning, baby. Sleep okay?"
"Morning, daddy," Kurt chirped as he nodded. "Um, did I sleep through breakfast?"
"Nope. William needed to get going early this morning so I lent him a hand to get Puckerman in the truck so they could get on the road, then I did the milking. So, I'm gonna wash up and I'll see you in the kitchen, buddy."
"Okay, daddy."
***
Burt put the coffee pot on and went to wash his hands and face. Satisfied he'd made his point to William this morning and glad to see the back of him, Burt made his way back to the kitchen to find his son's bare ass pointing up at him, bent over the table with his legs wide apart.
Sliding a rough hand along the smooth swell of Kurt's ass, Burt rumbled with anticipation. Pulling up a chair, he got right to work, spreading his boy's outer lips and letting the scent of the glistening pink cunt wash over him.
"Mmm," he hummed as he leaned in to sniff, his chin nudging alongside Kurt's clit while he mouthed lazily at his entrance. Burt started sucking on his son's smaller but now puffy and protruding inner lips, displaying Kurt's arousal.
"You always taste so good, kid. Mmmm." A slight waggle of Kurt's ass let him know his boy was pleased with the compliment and Burt rewarded him further by nibbling softly at his clit, getting a gasp in return. "You like it when I play with your button, don't you?"
Kurt grunted and pushed himself against his father's still buried face. Burt moved down, flicking sharp licks along the way, criss-crossing the cunt with strokes. Teasingly, he laid his tongue fat above the entrance and ran it around the cunt in circles, never dipping in, letting it clench wildly as his son's juices really started to flow. Putting his mouth against the fleshy lips, he blew a lazy raspberry and smiled as Kurt simultaneously cried out and clenched down hard.
"I think I'm gonna need two servings today, baby boy."
His son nodded as best he could with his head pillowed on the back of his hands.
Burt licked long languorous strokes up and down each side of his pussy. When he finally dipped his tongue into the hot juicy cunt, Kurt's entire body rippled with a shudder as he came, making Burt dive in further, his nose digging into his kid's perineum. A sigh from Kurt let him know that he was enjoying himself and Burt could taste the musky thicker cream his son was oozing, but he wanted more.
Pulling out, he quickly sucked a finger and slid it in, twisting it to find Kurt's G spot while his tongue danced around the edges of his entrance, digging in where it would fit. Lapping up the groove to his boy's urethra, Burt teased it with the tip and then flattened his tongue to simply put pressure on the spot as his finger massaged Kurt's internal wall. Moving on, his tongue slipped up to lay flat over the clit, rubbing back and forth in constant motion as he started to thrust in and out with his finger.
Kurt's body was shaking but Burt kept at it, pausing only to stroke inside his son and switch over to sucking on his clit, letting his tongue drag over it now and then. Burt did an internal fist pump as he sucked and thrust in with two fingers, feeling the tension in Kurt's body tighten like the string on a bow. The snap came only seconds later, as Kurt's muffled “Uhhhhh,” was accompanied with a larger gush of cloudy juices that had Burt yanking his fingers out to suck on them before he buried his face in his son's snatch. Using his tongue like a scoop, he fed himself with Kurt’s release, finally finishing off by sawing his tongue across the entrance to catch the last taste.
He sighed, resting his forehead on Kurt's ass cheek. Just a couple more days and he'd be able to fuck his kid's pussy, filling him to the brim with his own cream. He couldn't wait for breakfast on Monday morning.
***
A/N - Next up, Burt heads off for the weekend, Kurt checks Google and a surprise visitor sets the dogs off.
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