A Family Cruise 

This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to Bunnycub 
Warning the story contains consensual and nonconsensual sexual encounters between an adult males and a male cubs. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy 

Ash Ryder was a little surprised at the turnout for this thing.   The gray squirrel hadn’t thought a singles cruise targeted towards single parents would be this popular.   The off-duty cop had worried that it was some sort of scam but it checked out as legit.  As the ship steamed out of the harbor, he stood on deck dressed in a pair of light cargo shorts and a blue Hawaiian shirt.   He smiled over at the pool where his son Richard was playing with the other cubs on board.   
 
That's the thing that made this cruise so hard to believe. It wasn’t just some hook-up cruise. With the encouragement to bring your kids along, it seemed more focused on finding something longer lasting.   As he watched the young squirrel playing in the water, the older man just smiled.  He liked that thought.  He and Richie had been through a lot, and he liked the idea of maybe finding someone nice with a kid of their own, someone to help them all not be so alone.  The squirrel dad sat down on one of the deck chairs and flagged down a waiter for a cola.  He was halfway through the drink when he heard the tiger in the chair next to him start to mutter. 
 
“What the hell is going on here? I thought this was some sort of singles cruise, but it's a freaking sausage fest.”  The tiger was a bit older than Ash, but not by much, and was in pretty good shape, save for his slight beer gut.   
 
Ash leaned in.  “Relax man, this is the total package tour.  The Brochure said we start with just us and the kids, about a week of bonding time, the ladies are doing the same, and on our first stopover they come aboard and the mingling begins.  That's why half the cabins are empty so they have rooms when the time comes.”  The tiger just grunted and looked confused, shrugging.  Ash went back to people watching for a while.   
 
The older squirrel must have dozed off in the sun.  When he woke up, the tiger was nowhere to be found. Rich stood there, poking at him with a tiny paw.  “Come on dad, they announced dinner time and I'm hungry.” The 8-year-old grey squirrel tugged on his poppa’s hand.   The boy seemed to have more energy this evening, but maybe that was down to ash skipping lunch.   Maybe Richie wasn’t so hyperactive, perhaps Ash was just rundown. He wasn't sure. 
 
Ash stood up, letting the boy pull him to his feet.  “Alright, alright, let's head down to one of the restaurants and see what they have.”  Ashley was surprised about how things were run on the ship, it wasn’t nearly as fancy as the commercials put out by other cruise companies.  The restaurants were normal family-style affairs without all the showy, upscale glitz and glam he'd seen elsewhere.  In fact, Kitty Might Cruises felt a lot more like a floating summer camp than an exotic vacation, and as far as he was concerned, Ash found the departure from fanciness kind of nice.   He let the cub lead the way, headed down to the barbeque buffet. They both had too much of the stuff over the past few days, but it was a vacation, and there was something in the tingling, tangy sauce that made them want more.  After dinner, they sat out on the deck together, Richie sitting on papa’s lap as they laid back, and admired the fireworks.     
 
The next day was the same but more.  Ash started the day, after several servings of really good waffles, doing laps in the pool to work off all those calories.  As he swam, his mind drifted back to last night.   He kept thinking of laying out in that deck chair, arms around Richie, staring up at the exploding colors, at how his erection felt pressed up against the boy’s soft, squirming butt...  That thought threw him off his stroke, and the older squirrel came to a stop, clinging to the side of the pool.  Where the fuck had that thought come from?  He shook his head, trying to clear it as the little squirrel he'd been thinking of wandered over, totally unaware of the filthy thoughts dancing about, unbidden, in his dad's mind. 
 
The boy had just finished his own breakfast, opting for the waffles, just like his dear old dad, but with far more sweets. The boy still had some leftover whipped cream smeared across his lips and cheeks.  A messy eater, to be sure. Just the sight of him, in his little shorts, tight t-shirt, with thick, white goo dripping from his lips whilst his little red tongue flickered out to clear them, did things to Ashley.  Terrible, unclean things. His adult member surged up, rock hard, pressed to the side of the pool, the fleeting image of stroking one out across his boy's little muzzle hitting him like a truck.  “The fuck is wrong with me?” Ash thought, feeling wholly ashamed of himself   
 
“Daddy, the counselors have set up games for a bunch of the kids.  is it okay if I go?” Asked the little squirrel, glancing back at a group of 4 other boys with one of the ship's crewmen. 
 
Ash was a little distracted by his strange thoughts, but, with a smile and a nod, he granted his son permission.  “Yeah, sure thing, buddy. You go have fun.  But I want to see you back for lunch, the same spot we had breakfast. No later than twelve-thirty. Got it?” 
 
The boy's face lit up. Just like that, he was gone, running off to join the group, only briefly looking back at his daddy to toss back a quick, “I will, thanks dad," before he met up with the other boys and their adult chaperon. 
 
The grown man watched his son run off, his eyes wandering down to the base of the boy's big, fluffy tail, and his mind abruptly flashed back to the feeling of his stiff cock pressing beneath it. His face went hot, glowing red under his fur, too preoccupied with his own sudden arousal to notice that a good chunk of the other dads around him appeared to be in the same state.   Despite spending the morning in the pool, Ash decided he needed a good, long shower. He switched it over to cold after his dick refused to stay down, mind starting to wander toward his son once again. 
 
Worry began to set in.  Was it just the surroundings? The more relaxed vibe of the cruise space?  Or was it the simple fact that it had been so long for Ashley, anything was starting to look good? Even his son?  "Just put it out of your head, dude," he thought, trying to beat back the lewd images of Richie from his mind. Back in the restaurant, he found a table near the door and settled in, a pitcher of ice tea the only thing keeping him company whilst he waited for his boy to return from his play date.  The waiter, a handsome buck, gave him no trouble once Ash let him know he was just here waiting for his boy, only returning to the older squirrel's table to refill his drink every now and then. 
 
Halfway through the second pitcher, the squirrel began people-watching again.  Unlike before, his gaze turned hungry, his cheeks flushed and his eyes roamed.  So much on display, his brain had totally tuned out the fact they are all males, His lust took over.  His eyes followed a big, buff ram heading up the stairs, gaze focusing in on the stud's tight, firm ass. The kind you could bounce quarters off.  They then slipped down to a young cheetah boy walking down the stairs, ten years old, if that.  His little lips wrapped around a cherry red ice pop. The way the cub slurped on that cold treat made Ash's dick twitch in his shorts, going from nothing to a half-chub in no time.  He watched the boy enjoy his sugary treat, working the cherry red shaft, so innocent and cute... It was far too easy to imagine it was something else. Something a little warmer, and saltier thrusting into that... 
 
“Hi, dad...”. announced the little squirrel, startling Ash from his surprisingly vivid daydream, nearly choking on his tea. Shaking his head, he noticed an odd aftertaste in his drink, but before he could ponder about it any further, his eyes registered his son's new outfit, an outfit that consisted of only a tiny, crotch-hugging speedo and nothing else. The sight put a stop to all other thoughts, including the strange flavor present in his tea. 
 
“Richie, what happened to your clothes?" Ash asked, clearly concerned. Spotting the waiter off in the corner, he couldn't help but notice the deer seemed to be eyeing up his son. 
 
The little gray squirrel plopped down into the chair next to his dad, smiling up at him.  “The counselors took us swimming after the games, and stuff but since none of us were wearing trunks, they gave us these swimsuits.”  The boy smiled, chatting up a storm as Ash draped a big beach towel over the boy's little shoulders. 
 
They ordered lunch, both getting heaping plates of cheese enchiladas, and, like everything else they'd had on the cruise, the food was almost addicting.  They both finished off one plate before ordering more.  Ash caught something odd again in the aftertaste once more, but the food was so damn good he found it hard to pass up, reasoning that it was probably just a spice or seasoning he wasn't familiar with. “So, what did you do all morning?” he asked, stuffing another forkful of cheesy goodness into his mouth. 
 
 Richie settled into the seat, pulling the towel tight around himself against the chilly sea breeze blowing in off the water. “Well, first we played games. I thought it was going to suck because they didn’t even have a CubStation 3 there, but it was actually a lot of fun. Lots of running and jumping stuff.”  He stuffed another big piece of enchilada in his mouth, remembering the fox boy he'd wrestled with, and how his tummy felt funny when they rolled around together, being really close and physical. The thought made his thingy hard, straining against the taut fabric of his new speedo, hidden by the beach towel.  “But then they had a guy come in to talk to us. He asked a lot of questions.” Ash cocked his head to one side, looking down at his boy.  
 
“What kinda questions?” Ash felt his face heat up as he watched his son, ears perked. The boy's mouth was full, cheeks puffed out, a dollop of sour cream dribbling down his chin. As he swallowed, Ash couldn't help but think of something else he'd like to stuff in his son's mouth.  He shook his head to banish the thought yet again, gritting his teeth. "The fuck is wrong with me?" he muttered. 
 
Richie, though, took no notice of his dad's mutterings.  “Oh, normal stuff, 'How are we feeling?' 'Anyone seasick?' 'Are we having fun?' 'Do we like the food?'” He didn’t mention some of the odder questions the nice men asked about because they told him daddy might get upset. Questions like, "Did anyone's wieners get hard?", "Did you think about other boys and doing stuff with them?"  That was secret for now, but they said he and the other boys would be able to talk with their daddies about it soon.  “Oh, and lastly they asked if we knew why you and all the other daddies had come on this trip.” 
 
This gave Ash pause, a stab of annoyance striking him.  What the hell were those people telling these kids?  “What did they say?” 
 
The boy Thought about it for a second.  “They said something about how you were 'looking for someone special', that you were 'lonely and wanted to meet a special someone' that would help you feel happy, and that you brought us along because anyone you meet like that would also have to know us, and we would have to be comfortable with them, too.” Again, Richie didn't mention that the counselors had also talked about how there might be ways for the boys to become a "special someone" to a lonely daddy.  That, too, was secret for now.  
 
Ash was still a little annoyed, but he couldn't find fault in what his son had told him about the counselors and their odd questions.  This was a singles cruise, after all, and despite all the kids, part of it was about hooking up.  Having counselors on hand to explain it to the kids made sense, and the way they explained such wasn’t bad.  “Yeah, I guess all that's true, bucko.  How does that make you feel?”  Without a word, the waiter had cleared away their plates and left them servings of apple pie. Ash didn’t remember ordering the desserts, but wasn’t about to complain. Who didn't love apple pie? 
 
Richie picked at the pie with his fork for a moment before answering.  “It's okay, honestly. Dad, I get it, I know you’ve been lonely, but I've been talking with the other boys and it is kind of the same for most of them. We just want you guys to be happy. “   
 
Ash stood and pulled his bot up into a tight, loving hug.  The boy squirmed, trying to break free, causing the towel to tumble to the floor.  “I love you, little man," he said, leaning down to plant a kiss upon his son's cheek. 
 
Richie managed to escape his daddy's grasp a moment later, cheeks burning beneath his gray-hued fur.  “Ew, come on, dad. Don't embarrass me like that.” But there was laughter in his words.   The little bastard even managed to snag his dad's mostly untouched pie on his way by, leaving the older squirrel with an unnoticed, raging boner and a plate full of nothing but crumbs.   The boy made it out to the hallway before he's forced to stop and adjust himself, tent poking straight out ahead of him. His new swim trunks were cool, but they made hiding a stiffy real awkward.  He turned to run, hard cock still snagging at his speedo, but his hasty retreat came to an abrupt halt, ending with his face bumping up against the waiter. 
 
The young buck looked the nearly naked boy up and down, a distinct glint of hunger in his adult eyes.  “Sorry, sir. The plates can’t leave the restaurant. But I've got this for you.” He produced a little plastic to-go box, sliding the boy's pie off the heavy ceramic and into the disposable container.  He gave the youth another predatory stare, gaze no less full of hunger than they were a moment prior. “As much as I like the view, you might want to keep that,” he flicked his free hand down, a half-melted smear of vanilla ice cream perched upon one finger. The still-quite-chilly treat landed with a tiny splatter upon the squirrel's peeking boner, tip protruding lewdly from his waistband.  "... under wraps.  Some of the fathers aren't ready for that kind of show," he teased. 
 
The little cub blushed furiously.  “I, er. Thank you, sir.”   
 
“Head off now. You're going down to the little ones' movie night, right?  I'll let your father know.   Then, maybe later, we can have a little private talk.”  The deer smiled licking his lips, hungry as ever. 
 
After the waiter told him where Richie had headed off to, Ash settled in at the bar.  The cruise line had its own brand of microbrew on tap, "Hell, this is fuckin' weird." Ash thought. He took a pull from the above-average beer and tried to sort things out.  These past two days - hell, had it really only been two days? - had his mind in a blender.  His reaction to Richie and his skimpy swimwear were something totally new, not to mention the daydreaming he'd done back at the pool. Thoughts like those had never crossed his mind before. Not once. He was an upstanding, moral man. Not a pervert.  Without even noticing, he had finished his pint and been given another by the bartender.  Come to think of it, the structure of this cruise was a little odd, to say the least.  Lots of activities scheduled for the kids, yet all the dads were left to roam about freely on the ship. No activities for them.  "I mean, you’d think this first week would be full of father-son activities," He pondered. Ash paused, finding his face yet again aflame as he thought of one rather intimate activity to partake in once the other parents showed up.  Fun bonding stuff.  When the moms and their kids show up, then you have the kid-heavy schedule, giving the single adults time to mingle.  Though, he did appreciate the counselors Rich had mentioned. They were looking after both the kids and their dads. Good people.  He killed his third drink, wiping the foam from his lips. He grunted, trying to clear his mind. It was probably just his suspicious cop brain kicking in, freaked out at what a perv the rest of his body was being. He tried to push his thoughts elsewhere. 
 
As he stared deep into his pint, Ash suddenly became aware of someone sitting beside him, a grey pitbull sporting a loose-fitting, yellow t-shirt and a pair of swimming trunks.  He was a big guy. A bit short, though, and not terribly buff. Just broad in the shoulders with the hint of a gut.  Maybe a retired football player in his later years. Typical dad bod, Ash found himself thinking.  His eyes did a quick trip up and down the greying dog, and the thought, "Not bad, I wonder how those arms would feel," struck him, the shock of it urging him to take another long swig. He didn't resist. 
 
The dog had a big, welcoming grin. Overtly friendly, the sort of grin you just knew was always ready to be put on at the drop of a hat. “How’s the beer?” He asked, his voice devoid of the gruff, gravely rumble one might expect from an older fellow like him. Instead, it was warm and inviting, almost a jolly sort of voice.  Ash liked him instantly. Hard not to. 
 
Ash grinned back, just as friendly.  “It's pretty good, the microbrew is better than average, I'd say.”  He tried to think back, failing to recall how many rounds he'd already had. Maybe he should slow down. His new pitbull companion ordered his own drink. 
 
The dog took a slow pull from his own brew and smacked his lips.  “Mm, like you said; not too bad.  Probably better than what I'd be drinking back home," said the stocky pitbull, that bright smile of his still beaming.  “I'm Paul, by the way. Paul Succor.” Paul offered his paw. 
 
"Name's Ash," Ash replied, taking the proffered paw and giving it a good shake. He found he couldn't stop smiling. Paul was just a fountain of good cheer. 
 
“My son's been telling me about a squirrel boy in his group, so when I spotted you at the bar, I put two and two together and figured you were his father. Thought I'd get to know you a bit, seeing as our boys seem to be hitting it off.  Hope you don’t mind. “ He took another pull and leaned against the bar top.  “From what Cott was telling me, Richard sounds like a good kid. Must be from having a good dad.” 
 
Though his son hadn't mentioned making any friends, Ash wasn't the least bit surprised he had. Rich was a good boy, after all. He smiled, settling in with his new drinking buddy, the two of them delving into casual chatter throughout the night, voices soft and low as they worked their way through drinks and stories alike.  They talked about work. Paul turned out to be a mailman. Ash told him about his career as a cop, the two-swapping tales between sips of beer. They discussed the cruise, life with boys, and what led up to them partaking in this sea-bound vacation.  It was a comfortable evening.  Paul didn’t seem to notice the paw on his thigh, and Ash hadn’t realized he’d put it there, softly stroking the big dog's leg.  Only when his paw brushed up against something hard bulging through the pitbull's shorts did Ash take notice of what he was doing. 
 
The stark reality of what they had been doing seemed to startle them both out of their daze.  They turned back to their beers, Ash wondering how things had gotten that far without them realizing it.  “Where had that come from?  I've never thought anything like that before. It's a bunch of firsts for me this trip, apparently.  But Paul seems nice... I think I like him. Only as a friend, though... Right?”  Again, the thought of how much he'd drank crossed his mind. Ash was sure he'd put away more beers than usual, yet he didn't feel terribly drunk. A bit buzzed, but definitely not outright drunk. Still, he should probably step away from the bar soon, lest he find himself too intoxicated to think straight. His mind raced, thoughts coming a mile a minute until, abruptly, there came the feeling of a strong paw upon his shoulder. Ash looked up to see Paul, the big dog leaning in, his face alight with a blush. 
 
"Ash, uh. You think we could grab breakfast together tomorrow? If our boys are going to be friends, we ought to all get to know each other, right? I'd love to meet Rich, and I'm sure you'd love Cott." Paul grinned, his tail wagging about behind him. 
 
Ash blushed, his fur barely hiding the pink heat. Gazing into the older dog's face, he had to stop himself from leaning in and kissing his new buddy. The mere thought of doing so only made his cheeks burn brighter. It was crazy, they had only just met and already he wants to lock lips with Paul. But Ash wasn't gay, right? Couldn't be. No way. They both stood, each dropping a modest tip upon the bar before heading out to their rooms. 
 
Behind the bar, the ferret shakes his head muttering as he scooped up the duo of tips and handing them over to the off-duty waiter nursing at his scotch.  “Damn, it. You were right, but I thought for sure we’d get a kiss tonight.”   
 
 The deer laughed. “I bet they won’t make it past lunch without fucking. They're both softening up nicely. Metaphorically, I mean. You see those bulges? They were both rock hard.” 
 
 Back at the cabin, Ash opened the door to find little Richard already there waiting for him, wearing an old pair of underwear instead of his usual pajamas. He had his paw-held game thing, tapping away at the buttons.  “Hey, buddy. Had a good day?" 
 
The boy put down the game and peered up at his dad.  He must have forgotten to hit pause, however, because the controller continued to buzz and vibrate. Ash could've sworn he'd seen the boy holding the rumbling game console against his crotch.  “Yeah, dad! It was great! I met lots of nice people, got to see some cool cartoons with the other boys, and we talked with the counselors again.” 
 
Ash let out a big, drawn-out yawn, ready to hit the sack.  “Okay, champ. Sounds like you had a fun day. Oh, do you know a boy named Cott?” His son nodded. “I met his dad. He seems to like you. They're joining us for breakfast tomorrow. Won't that be fun?” Another nod from his son.  “Okay, good. I'm going to crash, you can stay up for another twenty minutes, then I want you in bed. Got it?”   
 
The little squirrel pouted for a moment, before agreeing.  “Yes, Daddy,” he said, trying out some of the things the counselors mentioned.  He did his best to put emphasis on the word "Daddy," wanting it to sound just right, like the counselors had taught him. He put a bit of sultry huskiness in his otherwise soft, young voice. A bit of lust, they had called it.  He caught a reaction, his dad blushing beneath his fur, barely visible in the dim light of the cabin. Rich swore the bulge in his daddy's pants got bigger.  The boy waited, restarting his saved game so the rumble of the cutscene began again, the console vibrating against his lap. He watched his daddy sleep, playing his game, but not really. 
 
The "cubs only" movie night was truly something to behold.  Rich didn’t understand a lot of these new urges he’d been having since boarding the cruise ship, but after watching the kids and adults in those movies, doing all sorts of fun stuff, he now knew what his body was craving.  Then, when counselor Charlie brought in his adopted son - a mouse boy named Freddy - and showed the group even more fun stuff, it made both him and his newfound friends want more, needy and eager to try out all the neat things they'd been taught.   They could see and hear what Charlie did with his little mouse. They could talk to Freddy and listen to his answers, except when his mouth was full, which was pretty often.  The boy told them that, sometimes, he played with his daddy’s friends, but it was always best with daddy himself.  The sight of that little mouse boy moaning under his big rabbit father made little Richie's tummy feel funny and his thingy go all twitchy, just like Charlie's when he played with his son. He thought back to the movies and the live show, feeling that same funny feeling and the same twitchy hardness in his undies. He liked the feeling, liked seeing cubs and their daddies do stuff together. It just felt right. 
 
In bed, his daddy tossed and turned, muttering softly in his sleep.   It was an hour past the bedtime he'd been given but Richie continued to sit there, watching his daddy sleep.  This was definitely risky, the boy couldn't deny that, "What if I'm caught? What if I don’t like it?  What if..." He shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside. A gesture he shared with his daddy.  He had seen Freddy do this back at movie night, and he said he liked it.  The mouse said it was funny to hear his daddy moan, said he even liked the taste when daddy was in his mouth. Richie crawled onto his daddy's bed, squirming his way under the sheets and worming in deep.  It was dark in there, but the boy was careful not to disturb his snoozing daddy.  The smell was strong. Daddy hadn’t showered before hitting the hay. The boy let himself inhale that pungent smell, filling his tiny nose with it. it was an honest scent, hot and humid under the covers. Rich followed it, letting it led him between his daddy's thick thighs. He quickly found the source, little muzzle hovering over his poppa’s boxers.  Having adjusted to the darkness, he could just make out the bulge pushing up through the fabric, the gentle curve of his father’s half-hard member.  The youth's little paws slipped into his daddy's undies, sliding in through the left leg hole.  Those little paws found a hefty sack, filling out his palms. Big and firm, they ached with the need for release.  "Typical," he thought, "the first thing a squirrel finds are a pair of nuts." He tugged at the opening, pulling it to one side and letting out those sweet treats. He went for his daddy's thickening shaft next, easing it through the gap before it became too stiff to negotiate past the tight space.   
 
In his sleep, Ash was dreaming, Unlikely fantasies conjured by his horny subconscious. At the moment, his mind was focused on Paul, the pitbull's big, strong hands cupping him with surprising gentleness. 
 
Rich couldn't help but stare.  He came from there at one point.  It was so weird to think that, but he knew it was true.  He leaned in, kissing the heavy jewels, one paw kneading them while the other stroked the growing mass of his daddy's dick.  The smell was strong, too. That heady musk, it got the boy's mouthwatering and made his own little cock go rigid in his undies.  Rich gave his daddy's big sack gentle butterfly kisses, delicate and soft, before he stuck his tongue out and dragged a long lick from daddy’s jewels and up along his sheath, not stopping until he'd teased the base of the older man's cock.  His daddy's dick was nothing like the ice pops he and the other boys had been practicing with earlier in the evening. It tasted so much saltier, felt far warmer in his mouth. The musky sweat tickled his tongue in the best way. He made his way to the tip, taking just a few inches into his muzzle.  He let his lips close around the monument to his daddy’s virility and suckled like a newborn at the teat, being as gentle and careful as he could manage. He didn't know why, but the salty sweat and the clear pre-cum drooling from the tip just seemed to tickle some deep hunger on the boy’s palate, earning a moan from the youth as he slowly ventured further down the adult's cock, trying to take more between his suckling lips. 

Gods this dream feels so real.  Ashley swears the pitbull’s big blocky head is pressed into his crotch.  His hips buck forward as he moans out the man's name. 
 
Richie pauses, halfway down his daddy’s shaft, he’s probably not going to get more right now but... Ashley is moaning and writhing now soft words like “oh Paul, oh Paul...”. filling the air.  Is he dreaming of someone else’s daddy?  The little squirrel doesn’t know what to think of this, as his paw strokes the bits that don’t fit in his mouth and his tongue savors the leaking meat stick.   
 
The big squirrel starts to whimper softly as the boy bobs up and down, his lips and tongue exploring every inch he can.  The tongue particularly probing that thick vein on the underside the one that's throbbing in time to his pappa’s balls.   
 
There is no holding back on the adult's part deep in a dream, with paws knotted into the sheets the poor man erupts without warning.  He makes a strangled moan while he tries to drown his son in a thick ropey baby batter.   
 
The boy knew something like this was coming but his dad's actual cuming still surprised him.  Holding on for dear life, one paw grips the base of the dick, the other the balls. he can feel them pulsing with each squirt with each thick stream of salty protein.  He coughs through the first blast spraying thick white, out his nose onto his father’s crotch as he struggles.  Eventually, he chokes it down guzzling the ample nut juices but the boy is in awe as it just seems to keep coming.  The throbbing beneath his hands warning him of each new stream.  His little belly already full he eventually pulls back eyes wide as he stares at the still erupting cock the thick fluids splattering across his face, and the sheets, dripping down the shaft and over his still stroking paw.  “Wow daddy that was a lot!” Certainly, more than when Mr. Charlie had jerked off in front of everybody. Reluctantly he pulled back crawling free from the sheets and headed to the bathroom.  He sucks the cream from his fingers thinking about the flavor. It's so thick and salty. Looking at his face in the mirror, the streaks of white glazing his face he knows he should be grossed out but he kind of liked it.  He wonders if everyone tastes the same. But he burps wetly and tasting his father on his lips and giggles.   
 
Ashley woke up the next morning feeling great. He honestly doesn’t know why he’s so relaxed this morning.  That is till he noticed that his sheath and balls had slipped from his boxers and the patch of damp sticky fluids pooled around his crotch.  Then half-remembered flashes of his dream come back as well and he blushes. “Fuck...” He mutters under the sheets neat to him he hears something shift and feels a soft warmth pressed into his back.  Shocked he squeaks before rolling over to see his son the little squirrel in his rumpled PJs curled up against him.  “Ohh fuck did he see me... did I just...”  He pushes it out of his head, it was just a wet dream involving... Paul... nope going to set that aside for now too.  He hasn’t had a wet dream since he was a teen.  Fuck.  He slips off the bed carefully, sliding through the cold wet spot before carefully gathering up the sheets.  Gods damn it this brings back childhood memories.  Richie lays sprawled on his belly top hiked up, bottoms barely hanging on for dear life.  His beautiful bubble butt peeking out.  Ash starts to drool fingers twitch and he just wants to grope that sweet tender mound.   The adult whimpers as his cock goes rock hard.  With a whine he dashes for the bathroom with his sheets and now dripping hard-on.  “What the fuck is wrong with me.”  Thats almost become his mantra by now.     
 
One Ice cold shower later a calmer and less pent-up Ashley steps into the bedroom again just in time to spot the little squirrel shimming into a fresh pair of shorts.  Again, his eyes are drawn to those perfect little pawfulls as they disappear behind the white fabric.  Quickly he wrestled his libido into submission before all his hard work with the shower could be undone.  He looks over the boy again.  Where did he even get those shorts?  they are way too tight, and the white cloth almost seems shear.  Every contour of the lad's ripe little peach is clear and the boy's bulge is outlined perfectly.   It's just swimming trunks every cub is wearing stuff like that on this trip... oddly enough that thought didn’t help as his brain scans through all the other cubs he’s seen so far.  He bites his lip and tries to smile.  “So, buddy you ready for breakfast?” 
 
They settle down at the table the first ones there so they start with drinks as they wait.   Ash sips at his coffee and just looks out.  It's remarkable the amount of change three days at sea have made, the dads are mostly the same, but there are a fair few bare chests, a few in tighter shorts but it's the cubs that have changed the most.   And he doesn’t understand why. Almost none are wearing tops and the few he sees don't seem right... (is that ferret wearing a tube top?) and as far as he can see every boy that's not wearing some form of speedo is wearing shorts so tight it's like a second skin. 
 
Again, the man is torn from his thoughts as Paul sits down at the table and smiles.  “Hey, there sleep well?” chirped the pittie. 
 
The squirrel smiles at the thought.   “Actually, I did.   Woke up so relaxed this morning I...” Catches himself remembering his dreams from last night and his reaction this morning.  The awkward boner that pops up enough that he doesn’t notice the slight smile and wink Richard sent to Cott.   
 
The older dog took the seat next to Ash and the boys across from their dads.  The squirrel feels hemmed in a bit but they place their orders.  The small talk starts up and then he feels a paw on his left thigh.  He glances over and the little pitbull seems to be happily sipping at his milk.  His full plump lips wrapped around the straw sucking up that sweet milk.  And those inappropriate thoughts just make things harder.   Then he feels the boy's paw stroking his thigh sliding deeper towards.  He jumps as a much bigger paw grips his right leg.  Panicking not knowing what's wrong with him he stands, turning quickly to conceal his boner.  “Be right back all that coffee went right through me”.   
Puzzled Paul watches him go.  “Boys you stay here I'm going to hit the restroom too.  If we aren’t back when the food gets here start without us.”  The big grey dog stands up and ambles after the squirrel.   
Ash is in the bathroom hunched over a urinal he actually did have to pee.  But this fucking hard-on was getting in the way.  “What’s wrong with me?” He whimpers not even noticing half his problem is because he keeps slowly stroking the shaft.  His mind is elsewhere. “Why are you doing this to me, and why are they all so gods damn sexy n... “ He stops as he hears the click of the door locks behind him.  A furtive glance shows Paul standing their eyes on the dribbling length of rodent meat jutting from Ashley’s lap. 
The dog's big open face is still smiling as Paul growls “Who’s so gods damn sexy now?”  It's a deep growl and it triggers something in Ash’s brain, deep down in the part where that primitive squirrel lives.  His rationale mind is noting that could be a playful growl, an angry growl, or a lusty growl.  The squirrel turns to face him backing up away from the urinal till his ass hits the sink.  His eyes dip down to the squirrel's erection “Is that for me?  You shouldn’t have.”  He licks his jowls and moves in closer one paw reaching down to grab the squirrel.  He starts stroking letting the squirrel's nut juices run through his fingers.  “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.  All night I dreamed of what you would taste like, and how it would feel to take you inside me.”  He reaches down fondling the heavy balls.  “The weird part is, till this trip id have sworn up and down I wasn’t gay but having met you I don't care about that I want you Ash.   I need you.”  He steps back undoing the buttons on his shorts before turning around.  He leans over the urinal “We can’t be too long so you better just fuck me now.  If I have to wait much longer, I might change my mind and breed your ass. A knot buried in there and we’ll miss breakfast” 
 Ash stands their mouth agape as the dog leans against the tile wall, his ass jutting back.  He’s speechless as he steps forward aching dick in hand.  He grips the big man's ass with both hands using his thumbs to spread his cheeks and line his member up against the panting dog's tail hole. “Are you sure? Gods, I want this but are you sure?” 
 Paul whines feeling the squirrel behind him, paws on his manhood pressed to him.  “Yes” he hisses through gritted teeth. “But it's my first time so start slow.”  The dog grunts as paws shift to hips and the pre-slicked member pushes forward.   He growls as he feels his ass stretch and it burns a bit but he wanted this like he never knew he wanted anything before.  Ash is pushed deep inside him now, and he can feel the man's balls pressed to his for a moment before he pulls back.  The dog almost howls as the squirrel starts to thrust.  He never knew he needed this but damn it he starts to push back trying to meet each thrust.  The wet primal sounds of meat slapping meat fill the air as they both start to fade into it.  panting softly Paul rests his head against an arm as the other reaches down to grip his shaft only to find Ash there already.  he wraps his big hand around the squirrel’s as they both give his knot a firm squeeze.  Tongue lolling to one side the dog looks back over his shoulder “Get a feel for that knot now because before this day is out, I'm going to find a time to get that in you.”   
 Ashley isn’t sure how it got to this.  Balls deep in another man, his ass squeezing down on his dick like nothing before.  He can’t stop himself.   His hand wrapped around the base of the pitbull’s member feeling that swollen knob of meat.  The dog's paw over his, the crushing weight of it.  And those words just hearing the promise and threat causes his pucker to tense up in anticipation.   “This shouldn’t be happening.”  He thinks as his hips keep up a static beat.  The press of the big dog's flesh all about him is so much he groans, it's so tight, so good, he won't last long.  His hand grips the other man's knot squeezing as the dog strokes himself.   “Damn if this is what it's like to fuck the dad, I wonder how tight his puppy is.” The thought pops into his brain from nowhere and that's enough to finish him off.  He slams his hips into Paul’s ass one last time driving deep before emptying his balls into the big man with a moan.  Hunching forward he almost collapses onto the pitbull.  His paw furiously stroking the dog to climax.  The dog lets loose splattering across the urinal basin Ash almost regrets it feeling him tighten up beneath him all those muscles clenching down through orgasm.  Leaning heavily on the dog Ash softly kisses and nibbles at his neck.  He's not even really aware he's doing it.  “Ohh gods that felt good.”   
 The Pit chuckles and wiggles his ass drawing a squeak from the squirrel.   “It wasn’t so bad on this end either”   
 Ash steps back sliding free with a wet plop.  He looks down at his hand slick with pre and dog cum.  Paul straightens up and looks at him as the squirrel sniffs his fingers and gingerly licks them clean.   
 It's only a minute or two more before the pair cleaned up, roughly, and headed back to the table.  As it comes into sight, they can see the waiter standing at their table with Dick and Cott giggling.  The deer is holding out a phone showing them a video that has the boys enthralled.  From the tinny speakers, they hear “... that felt good.” Before with a smirk the waiter slips away.     
Ash frowns and looks down at the giggling boys trying not to notice Cotts wildly wagging tail, or both of them sporting immature little boners.   “Well, I see they arrived in one piece” As he sees the crumbs and sticky puddles of chocolate chip pancakes across the boys' plates and how miraculously his bacon had vanished from his French toast.  They munch through breakfast the two older men oddly focused on just eating as the boys shoot them sly looks. 
 *** 
Captain Mclowd leans back in his chair, as the white lion cub kneeling at his feet manages to choke down another two inches of the dappled stallion’s dick.  He can hear the helmsman behind him, the otter is silent but he can hear the boy he's got pinned to the station squealing.  The only other person on the bridge right now is the pilot and he's got his eyes on his monitors but he's swapping between navigation and a card game.  “Good boy Mr. Le, you can take more and more each time, I say try to go for a few more inches.”  He straights the hat on the 8-year-old lion's sailor suit before he pulls up his tablet.  The captain moans as the boy makes the effort inching ever closer to wearing the man's balls on his chin.  Looking over the tablet he scans the flagged security channels.  “It's heating up out there”. He flicks through the feeds landing on a view of the hot tubs as a polar bear pulls a raccoon cub in with him, roaring as he tears off the lad's speedo.  “Oh, my look at him go.”  He flicks through more feeds and sees that scene happen again and again in scattered incidents.  The species and locations differ but the urges are all the same.  The additives in the food did their job, sex drives are up, inhibitions are down and the dads are boiling over.  It's the reactions of the crowd that's telling though, some are shocked but most are turned on.  “Looks like it's time.“ He pulls up an app on his tablet.  One that lists all the locked cabins.  With a single push all the occupied locked cabins click open. He pulls up the second app this one linked to the smart padlocks attached to the chastity cages on each of the cubs in those rooms.   Three or four boys each fed larger doses of the additives than the dads, not allowed to jerk off and feed a constant stream of educational porn those boys are getting desperate. Sex starved little monsters but with another button press, those locks all crack open.  “Now those boys should liven things up.” The captain leans forward “You have 2 minutes to get me off Crews’ Mate Fin I need to make an announcement and you need a full belly”. he moans softly as the boy works hard to do his duty.   
*** 
In the restaurant, the pa system emits a soft tone causing Ash and Paul as well as most of the other occupants to glance around.  “Attention fathers, sons, and those boys we just released.  This is your Captain speaking.” Cott and Dick decide now would be the best time to act and slide down out of their seats, knowing the distracted adults wouldn’t notice.  “This is just an announcement that for the most part any further events are canceled for this week, food and drinks will continue to be available as before but we feel the influx of new parties will keep everyone sufficiently entertained.  Stewards will keep watch so no one is harmed.  Meanwhile, live a little seize the day!”  On the word seize the two fathers' eyes go wide as little paws grip shorts and tug down, and then little paws grip semi-hard erections.  “Let loose, and have fun.  Our warm and willing guests have started to mingle so be nice.  These boys are lonely and have a lot of love to give.  Also, at the end of your time with us if there was a boy who you felt needed a place in your family talk to our concierge and make sure to get the details off their collar tag. Our adoption services are top of the line.  isn’t that right Fin?”.   
From the speaker, they hear a wet slurping sound followed by a sputtering cough and a young voice sounding like they are talking through a mouth full of thick pudding “Yes sir they had me placed under you in less than an hour” 
Back at Ash and Paul's table, the shock breaks for a moment as wet lips find cocks and they start to suckle.  “That's a good boy now turn round for me” Drones the captain as a kitten’s squeal sounds out “It's good to be the captain!”  Paul pushes the table back and is shocked to see a little gray furred squirrel face peering up at him cheeks stuffed with pre as the boy pushes his way down to the knot.  He glances over at his son, his puppy, lips wrapped around Ashley, his little jowls dripping with saliva and the squirrel's copious pre, his little tail a blur as he takes in more and more of the big man.    This is wrong he should stop this but oh gods it feels so good.  And what did the captain say?  Seize the day… he moans then looks back to his boy, Ashley running his fingers through the floppy ears as the boy works his way down to the hilt of the cock that was just a few minutes ago buried deep in his own ass.  He wonders, could Cott still taste him there.  And that's it just that thought, that is enough to tip the dog over the edge, blasting the young squirrel’s throat with his hot sticky puppy batter.   For Paul it's kind of a drunken haze after that he remembers pulling the resisting squirrel off his still erupting dick before standing up and marching around to peel the tight swim trunks off a swaying puppy rump.  Then lining up to… 
Ash doesn’t hear the young pit howl, he feels it, mainly because with his cock down the cub's throat there is nowhere for a shout to go.  He opens his eyes seeing Paul driving his knotted dick deep into Cott’s ass. And that sight, combined with the vibrations of a violated virgin anus being moaned into his groin is enough to push him back.  He steps away knocking over his chair pulling free of the puppy just as his nuts let loose.  The first hard blasts hit the back of the puppy’s throat as the tip leaves his lips, but after that, it's spray and pray as thick ropes of nut juice splash across the boy's face and chest.   He trips over the chair landing on his back with a thump as his still drooling dick jutting straight up.   
With the stunned squirrel sprawled out on the deck still fountaining white across his belly that's enough for someone to take advantage.  Richie, a smear of Paul's semen still dripping from his lips, stands over his father.  His little cocklet straining at his shorts. The boy straddles Ryder's lap before leaning back.  Ash opens his eyes wide as his sweet little boy pushes back rubbing against his still slick erection.  “Ohh come on daddy let me…”.  He reaches back, tugging his undies to the side before gripping the shaft and guiding it up under his tail.  The boy's eyes go wide as the tip presses into his pucker.   Unlike Cott, Richard is in control here and guiding the pace as he sinks on his father's member and starts to bounce.  The boy moans as he feels his ass stretched out for the first time.  His muscles start to burn but he gets used to it.  It’s a slow ride at first for little Dick, but with the first rub along with that sweet spot, he begins to push down in earnest.  The little squirrel leans forward paws on his daddy’s stomach as his hips thump down on his member with the pace to make a rabbit proud.   
Still shocked the grown man tries to right himself.  This is wrong he's a police officer for Christ's sake.  But little paws grip his shirt and he looks around startled.  Everywhere he looks it's the same, with adults balls deeps in little boy cubs.  Their mouths, paws, butts, he could almost swear there was an elephant in the back with a mouse up his trunk.  And there are way more cubs than they started with.  It's a writhing sea of sweat and spilled seed as greedy little ones sometimes lap it directly off the deck.  And three of them are there holding him down as his boy grinds on his pole.   “No, I can’t… “ But his pleas die almost immediately stillborn as a fox boy in a sailor suit grips his ears and pushes himself into the squirrel's muzzle.  10 seconds later he's flooding his little boy's ass with jizz as he suckles on the fox’s little bits.   He feels his boy slide free and someone else mount the plate and then his brain gives up. He tried he really did.  And none of this is his fault and gods does it feel good. 
The rest of the day falls into a blur, a wild mix of sucking and fucking that the Squirrel can’t make head nor tails of.  He and Richie do manage to make it back to their cabin at some point with a bunny and weasel cub in tow.  But the night is spent mostly sleeping.  The morning shower on the other hand is a different story.  So goes the rest of the week too.  despite everything Paul and Ash still found time for each other, even if it's just relaxing by the pool while they share a towel boy.   
On the seventh day as the pair lounge on the deck chairs, watching their boys and friends having a lick fight over who can make them cum first the captain breaks in over the P.A. system.  “Gentlemen and boys, if you are on the left side of the ship, I want to let you all know we are now passing our sister ship “Leih’s Boos” That's the ship that had all the single moms we promised you’d meet out here.  Everyone wave good bye, since they’ve gone on the same sort of deep adventure of self-discovery you boys had.” 
Paul hands Ash a pair of binoculars and he scans the passing ship.   It's a way off but he can see several female forms of various sizes waving back.  “I somehow doubt those ladies still want to meet up.”.   
Paul laughs before grabbing the lapping Richard off the deck and sitting him down on the pole he had been spit shining.  As he hands the binos to the little squirrel “Wave goodbye to the nice ladies.” 
The sweet little squirrel waves energetically at the other ship. wiggling on the pitbulls' lap.  “Anything for you doggy daddy.”