There it was!  After an hour long trip through the desolate wasteland of the mid-west, the nearest water park to their sun scorched home came into view.  It was still a good ways off, the immense structures of the water slides and other attractions unobscured by anything other than distance.  From here, they all looked tiny, like children's toys.  Dibs held up his small hands, poised as if to grab them.
	"Not even there and already screwing around,"  Van said, leaning further into the drivers seat.  Laconically, he flipped his hand out the window, enticing a portion of the cars slipstream in to cool them off.
	"Screw you, Van."  Dibs stuck out his tongue and dropped his paws into his lap.
	"Watch your mouth, Dibs, or I'll turn this car around."
	"No you won't."
	"I won't?  You wanna bet?"
	Dibs leaned over the caddy and ran a finger down  Van's exposed chest, all the way to the hem of his swim shorts.  "I do..."  Placing a kiss to the side of his adoptive fathers muzzle, he slipped his hand under the waistband and groped.  
	The fuzzy package contained therein was already straining to escape, and Dibs' deft touch made the tip slide out.  Van huffed, his cock steadily swelling.  Then he flopped back into the seat.  "I'll finish you when we get there."
	"You damned tease."  Van said, smiling.
	"Yes, I am, and you love it."  Dibs reached over and gave the tenting fabric a light squeeze.
	"Yeah, you're right.  I do.  But I'm gonna get you back for it."
	"And it's gonna be worth every second,"  Dibs' said, again sticking out his tongue.
	A slight but extended curve in the road gradually brought the sun directly into their eyes.  As one, they flipped down their sun visors.  Dibs looked into the little mirror, and observed smiling white mouse that greeted him.  His medium length light green hair laid low to his scalp, weighted by the sweat from the oppressive heat in the car.  Were it not such an old piece of junk, the AC might've worked, and they could sit in comfort during the trip.  As old as he was, he was simply to short to drive.  His child like body, for all it's charms, had it's drawbacks too.  Age wasn't everything, and neither were his looks.  
	"Hey, mousy,"  Van began, reaching over and stroking Dibs' head-fur.
	"Come on Van, don't call me that."
	"Okay, okay.  Hey, Trap, you sure you don't want to finish what ya started?  It's gonna be another half hour before we get there.  Maybe more.  Sure you aren't thirsty?"  Dibs' ears drooped, but then perked.  "It'll give ya something to do with that pretty little muzzle of yours..."  
	With out words, Dibs adjusted himself so that he was half in his seat, and half in Van's.  With practiced hands, he teased at the fabric and the stiff cock beneath, making Van groan.  After a moment of play, he pulled down his bathing suit, and released his fathers hot, moist rod from it's cloth prison.
	He licked the length of Van's shaft, then nuzzled into his balls, sniffing at the clean, lightly musky scent.  Dibs pulled one of them into his mouth, and sucked.  For several minutes he worked, getting him so worked up he looked away from the road.  
	Dibs didn't even need to look up, he just stuck a couple fingers into Van's mouth when it opened.  Taken aback, he shut his muzzle and sucked, returning his attention to the road.  With the other, he angled the tip of the turgid member, and took it's full length into his maw.  The cock went all the way back into his throat, threatening to make him gag, but he was too experienced to let himself.  Bobbing, he deep throated it from the start.  Swallowing rhythmicly, he massaged the full length.  
	Above him, Van spat Dibs' fingers out and huffed loudly.  Below his chin, he watched the spit slicked, light brown furred sack draw up in preparation of orgasm.  He pulled off only far enough to keep him from knotting his muzzle, and prepared for his sticky reward.  
	Not expecting it, Dibs gagged when Van's hand came down on the back of his head and his hips thrust up, popping the knot back into his mouth.  It swelled and throbbed, locking his jaw in place, heralding imminent release.  He fought for a moment to regain his composure.  
	"Oh my god, oh my god!"  Van moaned, trying his hardest to not let the pleasure break his concentration.  His cock hit Dibs in the back of his throat, and he could feel him gag and squirm uncomfortably before settling as he began ejaculating.  
	The load was large, and Dibs didn't spill a drop, greedily gulping his sticky gift.  When the pressure of Van's large hand lifted from his head, he gasped for air.  It took effort to disengage his jaw from the knot without scraping it.  Once free, he licked his lips,  then glared at Van in mock anger.
	"You could've warned me."
	"What fun would that have been?"
	"Jerk."
	"I love you too."  
	Dibs smiled.  “Thanks for the drink, Dad.”  
	
	The rest of the trip passed in relative silence.  Van pulled into the parking lot of the water park and found a spot near the back.  The lot was by no means full, but he found it to be much easier when it was the only vehicle to be seen.
	Dibs, who had been idly playing with himself tucked his cock back into his swim trunks and hopped out.  "I wanna go to the biggest water slide first!"  He exclaimed, hopping out of the car and running around to Van's side.  He grabbed a hand, and started tugging in the direction of the park entrance.
	"Now wait just one darn second, Dibs.  I gotta get the bag."  Van opened the trunk and dug around for the backpack that contained their spare clothes and towels.  He slung it across his back, and slammed it shut.
	"You sound like an old dog."
	"Oh, ouch, my feelings!"  Van placed a hand over his chest like he had been stabbed, and slumped over the back of the car limply.  Dibs went up to him and pushed his unresisting hand away, and kissed his chest.  A nipple peeked through the fur next to his nose, and he latched onto it with his lips and nibbled it.  
	With a yowl, Van jumped and pushed Dibs away.  "You little pecker."  Dibs grinned mischievously.  

	The park entry was just an automated turn stile.  Van fished his wallet out of the backpack on his shoulder, grabbed a credit card, and swiped it through the indicated slot.  A few seconds of silence as it processed, it dinged, opened, and allowed the two of them in.  Even just inside, the air felt more moist, and the sound of hundreds, possibly even a thousand or more other furs playing, talking, and screaming hit them like a wave.
	Dibs knew exactly where he wanted to go first.  Wasting no time, he grabbed Van by the wrist, and dragged him in the direction of the tallest structure.  It was visible from where they stood, even though it was at the far end.  Progress was fairly slow, the pair having to stop and wait for large knots of fellow park goers to pass at regular intervals.  Van didn't help much, stopping at the very first drink vendor they came across to get a slushy.  He would never admit it to him, but he wished he had grabbed one to, as once they found their way to the foot of Splash Mountain and beheld the line...
	Spotting an attendant, Van sidled up and asked him what the wait time of the ride was.  A grim look and a gesture was all that they received.  Looking where the attendant had pointed, they saw a screen.  It showed only two things:  The park rules, and the wait time.  Dibs looked upon the triple digit number, listed in minutes, with horror.  
	"Ya sure you wanna do this one first, or do you want to find something else to do and hope the line goes down?"  Dibs skulked sourly away, and Van followed behind, finishing his slushy.  
	Tossing it into a nearby bin as he passed, Van sped up to come abreast of Dibs, and wrapped an arm around him.  "Cheer up, bud.  There are a ton of things to do here.  The line is bound to go down eventually, and I promise, no matter what, we will go on it at least once before we leave.  
	Dibs gripped his long bald tail in his hands and wrung it, like a wet towel.  "You promise?"
	"Yes.  Even if we have to wait two hours, and we end up here past your bed time."  
	"I don't have a bed time!"  Dibs exclaimed indignantly.
	"Come on hon, lets go to the wave pool.  If everyone is here, then surely no one is there.  It's still fairly early too, so people are probably not seeking a place as relaxing as that just yet."
	Realizing Van was right, Dibs smiled.  He knew what he was talking about, and never broke his promises.  The two set off down the path, but after a moment, he turned to his father.  “Is this the way to the tidal pool?”
	“I have no idea.  I was following you.”
	“Don't you remember?”
	“Are you kidding?  It's been almost a year since we were here last!  I don't remember squat.  Well, I remember taking you in the locker room shower at the tidal pool.  That would be hard to forget.”
	“Lol, you would remember that and nothing else.”
	“Look, there's a map right over there!  We can see where everything is.  I vaguely recall there being paper maps that we can take with us.”
	The sign was quite large, painted white with blue lettering.  At the bottom there was indeed a box that was half filled with free to take maps of the park.  Van grabbed one while Dibs' looked over the larger sign.
	“Looks like we went in the wrong direction.” Dibs' said, putting his hands on his hips.  “But it looks like there are plenty of smaller water slides down this end and a few mid-sized locker rooms we can stash our stuff in if we want.”
	Van looked up from the pamphlet.  “Yeah.  Since we're already on this side, why not hit up these little ones?”
	“Sounds good!” Dibs said, turning and continuing down the path.  Behind him, Van stashed the pamphlet and followed.
	Dibs walked quickly.  He was grateful for the general lack of foot traffic in the area.  Progress was swift, and he soon found himself standing in front of one of the medium sized water slides.  There was unsurprisingly a line, but an attendant standing near an identical screen to the one by Splash Mountain showed that it was only a ten minute wait.  They joined the line, which extended only half way down the three flights of stairs.  
	From their vantage, they watched as individuals and pairs rocketed out the bottom and into the pool at it's base, laughing and screaming with the rush of adrenaline that even a small slide could provide.  The line moved steadily forward.  
	“Individual, or together?” A vulpine attendant asked them when they stepped on to the top platform.  Dibs bounced on the tips of his toes in excitement, coiling his tail energetically.
	“Together,” Van said, holding up two fingers.
	“You got it,” the fox said, and pulled an enormous inner tube from the stack next to him.
	In front of them, a young otter boy accompanied by his father squealed in joy, a second attendant pushing their tube into the opening of the slide.  Then the new tube, the one just for them was placed down and they beckoned to them.  Van sat down in it first, then Dibs hopped in and settled between his legs.  The motion of the water tried to push the tube forward but it was held still by the attendant.  
	It felt like forever, considering the relatively small size of this slide, but when the light at the top signaled, Dibs whooped.  In an instant, the tube was swept into the dim tunnel, shining sun creating a stiflingly hot, humid, and blue tinted atmosphere inside.  Van choked on the chlorine fumes.  Faster and faster they zoomed through a few twists and turns.  Much too suddenly, they burst out into the sun and skidded along the surface of the pool.  Ride over, they abandoned the tube, splashing into the water.  Their erstwhile ride continued along to a chain that carried it back to the top for use, and the pair swam to the ladder so the next furson could begin their exciting journey down.  The sudden rush of excitement from the slide had Dibs bubbling with energy, and he eagerly grabbed Van's hand, dragging him along to the next attraction.

	The sun crossed the threshold from AM to PM, the heat growing ever more oppressive in the open, moisture filled air of the park.  Many joyous rides had been had, and both Van and Dibs were becoming winded at the whirlwind pace the latter had set for the first half of their day.  Several times they had crisscrossed the park, stopping on each pass to look at Splash Mountain.  The line never seemed to get any shorter.  Each time, Van reaffirmed his promise to get a ride on it before they left.  
	But now, in the mid afternoon heat and on what Van thought had to be the tenth time they had come this way, they were growing hungry.  Gurgles had been coming from both their stomachs for nearly an hour, and neither could ignore it any longer.
	Headed in the direction of the the calmer side of the park and past the main attraction, the pair entered into a short line at a pizza stall.  Through the short line, Dibs could see the fur attending the booth.  He was a teen, like himself, but properly grown.  He was a horse, and wore the mandatory park uniform.  The shirt had been cut open to expose his well toned chest, and his height, coupled with the low counter, gave him a view his shorts.  They were straining to contain the massive dick within, leaving little to the lusty mouses imagination.
	Dibs drooled, thinking about all the things he would like to do with what that hunk of a horses package.  The line moved forward, and he continued to stare hungrily, but not at the food.  The horse saw him looking as they reached the front of the line.
	“Uh, what can I get ya, little guy?”  He asked, somewhat awkwardly.
	Dibs gulped.  “Can I have yo- OW, hey!”
	“Don't mind him.  He's older than he looks and perpetually horny.  He'll have two slices of meat lovers, and a Sprite.”  Van winked at the horse, then looked down at Dibs admonishingly.  
	The horse looked vaguely shocked, but took being hit on by a cub in stride.  “What'll you have, then, sir?”
	“I'll have the same.”
	“Coming right up!”  The horse turned, revealing his firm, round butt, and well kept, surprisingly dainty tail, busying himself with an oven for a few seconds, then handed over two plates with giant pieces of pizza on them.  
	“So, how old are you then?” he asked, looking at what he thought was a cub half his age.  
	“Fifteen.”
	“Bullshit.”
	“It's true.”
	“Seriously?!”
	“Seriously,” Dibs said petulantly.
	“You're only three years younger than me, but you look eight!”
	“I get that a lot.”
	“Hey!  Can you stop hitting on the pizza guy so I can eat?  God!” demanded the fox behind them.
	Van and Dibs blushed, picked up their plates, and moved off to one of the picnic benches, the latter throwing looks of mingled love and despair in the horses direction.  
	“You horny little bugger,”  Van said, placing his plate down and taking a seat.
	“Yep!  And how can you not want?  Don't you see the tone of those abs?!”  
	“I'll slip him my number later.  He looked interested enough once he found out how old you were.”
	“But I want to play with him now.”  Dibs frowned petulantly.
	“No can do.  Guy has a job to do.  But...”  Van's hand crept off the table and into Dibs' lap.  “I'm not busy.”  He moved closer so that no one could see what his hand had gone.
	Dibs felt Van's hand knead the wet fabric covering his crotch, and blushed.  His cock, already semi-hard, rapidly reached full mast, pushing back at the firm rubs.  The way the mesh rubbed against his foreskin was surprisingly pleasant, the friction warming his penis and the dampness easing it from becoming to much.  He leaned into him, and resisted the temptation to wrap his tail around them.  When he was good and hard, his father lifted away for a second to take a sip of his sprite, then returned to the hardened length of flesh.  
	Pushing his hand right under the waist band of Dibs' swim trunks, he gripped his sons penis, and peeled back his foreskin, then slowly jerked it.  Nonchalantly, he took another bite of pizza with his other hand.  Next to him, his son's breathing came faster.  He could feel it, perfectly sized to fit his hand, twitching with increasing frequency and vigor, edging towards climax.  
	“Ha-ahh, D-Dad...  You're gonna make, I'm gonna...”  Dibs said quietly through a mouthful of food.  He went to put his hand down  to stop Van from making him cum, but he was anticipated, and his father picked up speed suddenly.  With a squeak that made a few heads turn, he came, firing sticky ropes of cum into his shorts, the seed running down and around the grasping paw.  
	Van reacted quickly, 'accidentally' knocking over his nearly empty cup of sprite.  The fizzy drink spilled over the edge of the table into Dibs' lap, soaking into the bathing suit and mixing with the cum.  With the same hand, he grabbed some napkins from the dispenser, and cleaned up the mess above and below the table.  He couldn't resist though, and when he was sure no one was looking, ducked his head down and licked the cum off his hand.  It was sweet tasting with the added sprite.
	Finished cleaning up the spill, Van got up, grabbed his plate and empty drink cup, deposited them in a barrel. Then went to the booth to give the horse his number.  Dibs looked at him as he returned, attempting to look annoyed, but coming off relaxed.  Back in his seat, he rubbed his neck and shoulders calmly while he finished his pizza. 
	Swallowing the last of his food, Dibs did as Van had, and stood.  Thankfully, the stain of cum in his clothes wasn't obvious, there being no wet spot that could be differentiated from the rest of the wet cloth, but he was still less than thrilled, and he intended to make sure that he got him back for that.  He thought for a moment, then took off, headed in the direction of the tidal pool.

	Dibs pranced and danced through the crowded park at a breakneck pace, freshly fueled with sugary soda, greasy, protein rich food, and an orgasm that continued to leave his dick tingling even minutes later.  He did his utmost to stay ahead of Van, making him play catch-up the whole way.  He wagged his butt shamelessly whenever he got close enough, holding his tail out as if to help him, only to yank it away and put on a burst of speed to stay out of reach.  
	When Dibs finally reached the wave pool, he didn't slow down as might've been expected.  He looked over his shoulder, and saw that Van was very close behind.  So he pirouetted, took a step to the side and walked past him going the other way, sticking his hand out to grope his dad's groin as he walked by.  It was a fleeting touch, but enough to feel the tent in his shorts.  The butt wiggles had done their work.  
	Van found himself standing on the very edge of the wave pool, waving his arms frantically to maintain balance, with an awkward erection pushing out the fabric, and in the unenviable position of having Dibs behind him.  He knew what was coming long before it happened, and it still wasn't enough time to prepare.  Instead of trying to turn and face him down, he relaxed, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when the push came, he let himself fall.
	Dibs watched his dad fall unresistant into the pool.  He jumped in after Van, intent on pulling off his swim trunks, but when he resurfaced and opened his eyes, he was looking at a wall of soaked, beige, belly fur.
	“Eeep!”
	“Eeep is right, little buddy,”  Van said menacingly. 
	Dibs was lifted right out of the water, and was suddenly flying through the air into the deep end of the wave pool.  With reactions born of their constant roughhousing, he wrapped his tail around Van's wrist before he flew too far.  The strain on his tail was great, but it was worth it, catching him unawares, and pulling him off balance.  Just before splashing down, a steady chugging sound started up, the sound of large engines sucking in water.  It was the wave machine, starting up.  The water level dropped rapidly, pulling his already off-balance father down.  
	It took some effort for Dibs to regain his feet with the water pulling back, but he did.  Standing and watching Van as he struggled to do the same, he coiled his tail behind himself like a spring, knelt down like a track star, and waited for his chance.  
	The chugging stopped.  Around him, a few others were chanting: “Wave!  Wave!  Wave!” but to Dibs it was useless noise.  A loud hiss behind him, and the water at his feet started rushing forward.  Van, back on his feet too, was looking him in the eyes, a look of horror on his muzzle.
	Water surged into the mouses back, and he pushed off the floor of the pool with hand, foot, and tail, launching himself at Van.  He ceased to be a furson in that moment, now christened in the pools crystalline, chlorinated waters as a hydraulically propelled, laser guided rocket.  The ten or so feet between father and son closed with frightening speed.  The water traveled faster than Dibs, knocking the coyote's feet out from under him once again, and he fell face first once more.  
	Dibs dived downward in the water to avoid collision with Van's current swept legs, and reached out.  With an impressive display of dexterity and single minded determination, he snagged the fumbling adults swim trunks, letting the force of motion from the water and his fall pull them off.  He spread his legs to slow himself.  Speed dissipated, he rose from the water triumphant, and held his trophy aloft for the whole pool to see.  Very proud of himself, he took a bow to the few people who had been watching to light applause.
	Dibs felt a hand come down on his shoulder from behind, keeping him where he was.  He could feel a large something hot-dog his cheeks.  The swim shorts were plucked from his limp hand, and the it disappeared from his shoulder.  He didn't dare turn as he heard Van put them back on behind him.  During that brief time, he heard him whisper just above the sounds of the pool.  
	“You are going to get it now, boy.  Just you wait until we're alone.”  Dibs gulped, both fearing and anticipating his well earned fate.

	Hours of intermittent rough housing and resting at the wave pool later, the sunlight was beginning to fade.  The oppressive heat of the day was beginning to wane at long last, though it was still quite hot, even in the shade the strategically placed trees.  Once again, the pair traversed the length of the park, back to the other side where all their belongings were stored.  
	Looking at the still omnipresent line of Splash Mountain, Dibs saw it had shrunk considerably, though it was still hefty.  He pined for the six stories of twists and turns that made up the massive slide.  It would not be long before they would join it, and finally get to enjoy the best ride the park had to offer.  
	Without even really thinking about the path he was taking, Dibs walked towards the locker room.  He was preoccupied, thinking about how horny he was after a day of rough housing through a water park with Van.  All the back and forth teasing...  Well, mostly him teasing his dad.  But teasing him turned him on too, and now it was taking effort as he walked side by side with him, hand in hand.  All his self control was focused on keeping himself from getting a boner in the middle of the still semi-crowded park.
	Shadow filled Dibs' field of view, and he felt himself jerked around a corner.  “Hey, wake up, Mousy.  We're in the locker room!”  
	Within seconds, Van had walked to, opened, grabbed, and slammed shut the locker that contained their back pack.  Looking down at Dibs, he saw the tent in his swim shorts.  He turned around, making sure no one else was in the room.  Other than a lone individual in a corner changing stall, all was quiet.  
	Delighted, Van took the opportunity to get Dibs back at long last for stealing his swimwear.  He nabbed his hand while he was still looking around, and dragged him to the changing stall in the opposite corner of where the other fur was.  He squeaked, surprised by the sudden, rough treatment.  
	Van closed the door and locked it.  “Time to get you back, Mousy.” he whispered.
	“Uh...  “ was all he could get out before Van spun him around, and pushed him up against the back wall of the stall, pinning him with his larger body.
	Dibs' felt the cold tiles against his cheek fur, and his heart beat faster.  The rough treatment made him hot whenever it happened, and his cock, which had already been straining, grew hard as a rock.  It twitched with anticipation.  He wiggled his butt against Van's knees, and wrapped his tail around his waist.  The heat of the member pressed against his back made him sweat excitedly.
	“Wh-what are you going t-to do with me, mister?” he asked, pretending to be nervous, or scared.
	“What am I going to do with you?”  Van whispered huskily into Dibs' ear.  “Well, first, I'm going to do this-” 
	Dibs felt the pressure of Van's body against his increase, then felt his hands slide down his body to his swim trunks.  He struggled halfheartedly to get away, but he couldn't overcome the weight of the body holding him there.  “What are y-you going to do with my swim trun-”
	Van pulled the drawstring and jerked the bathing suit down.  Just past Dibs' hips he let them go, freeing the small, hard member to the air.  His son gasped as his shorts slid down, cock exposed and bouncing up and down excitedly in the warm, moist air, already dribbling pre.  The soft, wet fabric hit the floor audibly.
	Dibs felt Van's big, strong paw wrap around his shaft.  “D-don't t-t-touch me there, mister!  That's my special place!  Momma said-”
	“Shut it, cub,” Van said aggressively, licking the edge of his son's ear, and peeling the foreskin back.  He stroked the head of his penis with a thumb, smearing the pre around.  “I didn't ask what you're Momma said.  What I want is your ass wrapped around my dick, and I'm gonna take it from you.” He bit his ear, and he let out a squeak that faded into a soft moan.
	Shivers ran up and down Dibs' back and tail at the simple declaration.  The gentle bite and the warmth of his breath made his dick twitch, more pre beading at the tip, easing the digits passage over his sensitive glans.  Van was playing him like a fiddle, and he didn't want him to stop.  
	Van ran a finger from his other hand up Dibs' belly, circling his navel, and to a nipple.  He grabbed it and pinched it just hard enough to make him gasp, then tweaked the other, never stopping in his stroking.  Beneath him, he could feel his sons legs shaking, and his cock throbbed hard in his hand.  He let go of him, pushing away and releasing him from the pin against the wall.
	“Come here,” Van demanded, pointing to the bench next to him.
	“Wh-why?” he squeaked, remaining where he was. 
	“Just do aas I tell you, or I'll drag you over here and do what I want anyways.”
	Trying not to be too quick to obey, Dibs moved to the wooden bench.  “Wha-”
	“Turn around.”  
	Dibs turned.  
	“Good.  Now bend over.”
	“I don't wanna!”
	“I said bend over!”  Van grabbed Dibs' tail and yanked.  He made a sound part surprise, part pain, and part moan.  It was too loud, but he hoped that the other furson had either not heard or had left while they had been role playing.  
	Dibs continued to resist, even though it was tough to.  He kept his back straight in defiance of his 'captor'  “No!”  He felt Van's hand come down on his neck, and pushed him over.  He placed his hands against the other wall to brace himself, perking his butt up eagerly to allow the best possible access.  
	Van let up on Dibs' neck, grabbed his tiny wrists in one of his hands, and held them just above his tail.  Keeping a firm hold, he got on his knees and guided his legs a little farther apart.  With proper access,  he spread his pretty little butt cheeks with his other hand.  He admired his view of his sons dangling balls and the small pink pucker nestled between, winking at him and betraying his excitement.
	“Wh-what're you doi-”  
	Shoving his muzzle between the two firm, perky mounds of flesh, Van licked the hole.  In spite of what he was sure was his son's best effort, he moaned giddily.  He lapped greedily, his excitement dripping from the tip of his dick and leaving a small puddle on the floor.  He pushed his tongue in a couple times, and Dibs pushed back, raising his rump each time like he was in heat, trying to take more, letting him get deeper.  
	Disappointed, Dibs felt Van stop making out with his ass.  But he was not left feeling so for long.  He felt his Dad stand, then his hot, wet cock probe at his crack, sliding up and down.  
	“Wh-what're you going to do to me, mister?  Why are you touching my bum?”
	“I'm going to fuck it,” Van stated, pulling away and lining the tip of his penis up with Dibs' anus. 
	“Fu-fu-fuck it?  What does th-that mean?”
	“Why explain it,”  Van said, grunting and pushing the tip of his dick into Dibs' waiting hole, “When I can show you- Ahh!”  
	Dibs felt Van's entire dick slide home in one thrust, jabbing right into his prostate.  It was too much.  He felt so built up, so hot and ready, he released his breath in a long, slow, steady moan that was surely audible to anyone anywhere in the room, and possibly to anyone standing suitably close to the door.
	“You like that do you?  What a slutty boy you are!”  Van no longer troubled so hard to keep his voice down, Dibs' moan surely having given them away if anyone was around to here it.  Instead, he focused on him.  He wrapped his free hand around his cock, and jerked it in time to the rocking of his hips.  
	It was all Dibs could do to keep himself from making more noise than he already had.  He bucked his hips back and forth, pushing his uncut cock in and out of Van's hand faster, while trying to force every last inch of the cock in his butt deeper.  The role play and a whole days worth of sexual tension had built him up until he vibrated with the need to be fucked, and wanted to feel that sweet, sweet release of cum in his ass.  He desperately needed to feel the warmth filling him, and he clenched down, trying to make him cum as quickly as possible.  Above him, Van huffed and puffed heavily, leaning on his back, pushing his upper body awkwardly into the wall over the stalls bench.  
	A series of bangs on the stall door caused the pair to freeze, startled.  
	“What?!  I'm trying to change in here!”  Van called, thinking fast.  He let go of Dibs' wrists and clamped his hand over his muzzle instead, to ensure he didn't make a noise, and trying to keep the game going.  He bucked a few more times, feeling orgasm bubbling up on him.  
	“I know you have a cub in there, and it doesn't sound like they want what you're doing!  Open the door!”  It rattled in its frame furiously, the fur on the other side pounding on it some more.
	“I don't know what you're talking about!  Van said, panting hard.  The way Dibs clenched on his cock made it hard to thrust, but each one he managed was heaven.  The hand on his sons throbbing dick stilled, and beneath him, Dibs struggled to pleasure himself into the hand without help. 
	A loud crack and the door bulged inward ominously, the door around the lock splintering.
	Van stumbled away, taking Dibs with him, until his back was pressed against the far wall.  “Dude, what the fuck!  Get out of here!  I'm busy!”
	It was hard, but Dibs clenched with all his might as Van stumbled backwards, keeping the large rod inside.  When they came to an abrupt halt against the back wall, it shoved in deeply, swelling knot popping in, sending both over the edge.  He bucked his hips into his father, feeling his warm seed filling him up, and his own spilled over his hand to the floor in a puddle.
	The door flew open, and a raccoon stood there, looking angry.  But as he watched the teen squirt his seed all over the floor, more cum dripping from behind him, he drew back in shock.
	Dibs pushed Van's hand away from his muzzle, leaving him free to speak at last.  “Hey, wanna join?  We're RPing!  You can have my butt as soon as Dad's knot goes down!”
	The raccoon stood there and sputtered, completely unprepared for what he was seeing and hearing.  
	“If you're not going to join, then do you mind leaving so Daddy can finish fucking me in peace please?”  Dibs demanded.
	“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” he said in a daze.  Politely, he shut the broken door, and the sound of paws could be heard moving away.  
	Van slid down the wall, puling Dibs along with his knot until he was sitting with him on his lap on the floor.  “Well, that wasn't awkward at all.”
	“Nope.  Not at all!”  Dibs bounced a little in Van's lap, making him 'oof'.  He relaxed against his broad chest, just enjoying the feeling of the knot stretching his insides, pressing on his prostate, making his cock continue to bounce and throb in time with the continued, watery release of semen.  He could feel it squirting, squishing, and churning around.  His dad wrapped his arms around him, and they drifted off together.

	When they had awoken, not much time had passed.  A teen had happened in and looked at the mated pair on the floor, startling them wake.  Van's knot had gone down completely, but he had not gone fully soft, so when they stood and he slipped out, the gush of sperm could be heard splattering onto the floor.  The voyeuristic teen fled when Dibs offered to let him take a turn, if he wanted it.  
	They had wanted to continue having sex, but they both agreed that inside a stall with a broken door was not the best place.  Now, the horny pair walked towards Splash Mountain, in the hopes that the line was nearly gone.  They hopped in line, with an estimated wait of twenty minutes.  Just after they entered the queue, the skunk that attended it drew a line across the entry.  
	“I didn't know the slides closed!”  Dibs exclaimed.
	“They do indeed.  Seven PM every evening.  Lucky pair that you are made it just in time.”
	“Thanks for letting us in,”  Van said.
	“You're welcome.  In all honesty, I shouldn't have.  It was a minute past.  But I saw you coming, and I've seen you stop and look at the line on every pass since you got here.  I just don't have the heart to cut you off.”
	Dibs launched himself into the attendant, and hugged him.
	“You're welcome, little guy!”
	“I'm not little!”
	“Of course you aren't.”  the attendant said deprecatingly.  He looked at Van, smiled, shook his head, then turned and left, his long day finished at last.
	Van looked over his shoulder at the mostly deserted park, while Dibs crossed his arms and fumed silently beside him.  There were few people still out and about, and as they climbed the four stories of stairs to where the back of the line started, he could see just how quiet it had really become.
	From up on high, the two could see that only a couple families and a scattering of individuals still prowled this side of the park, and many appeared to be heading to locker rooms to pick up stuff for the trip home.  Van turned to face the fur in front of them in line, and saw that he had moved several stairs up while they hadn't been paying attention.  He was deeply embroiled in a conversation with a pal about who would win in fights between various superheros.  
	Surreptitiously, Van wound his arm around Dibs back, then under the hem of his bathing suit.  He looked up at him, pleasure plain on his muzzle, as he stuck two fingers into his loosened, cum soaked butt-hole.  He idly fingered him while they moved up the stairs, another few steps every minute or two.  When they emerged onto the top deck and were handed a giant tube, they were both hard as rocks again, and giggling like school cubs.  Not a word had been spoken, but both knew exactly what they were going to do.
	Van laid down in the tube while it was held by a wolf, and Dibs nestled himself right into his lap, taking care to line himself up perfectly.  Once they were underway, they would have less than two minutes before they rocketed out the bottom.  As unobtrusively as possible, they hooked their thumbs into the waistbands of their swimsuits, breaths held, waiting.  
	Above the level of their heads, both watched for the light at the top of the tunnel that would send them hurtling down.  Their lungs burned, Dibs' cock pushed up the fabric of his pants obviously, and the tip of Van's tail, just peeking out over the edge of the tube wagged.  The light turned from red to green, and down into the inky darkness of the slide they plummeted.
	Both shoved their bathing suits down just enough to expose, small lights in the roof of the tunnel making it barely possible to aim and thrust.  Dibs felt Van sink to the hilt just as they rounded the first of several turns.  The adrenaline filling their blood suffused them with manic energy, and their hips mashed and ground into each other like machines.  Both yelled at the top of their lungs, the pleasure rapidly rising out of control.  Round a second and a third turn, and a sudden drop almost pulled them apart.  At the end, the force slammed them back together, the force pushing Van's swelling knot almost all the way inside.  
	The squishy wet sounds of their sex, the wet slapping of their sticky, matted crotches gyrating against each other was loud enough to be heard against the rushing water, but not over the howl of their pleasured moans.  Van pounded away mercilessly, and Dibs drooled, feeling the hot, thick cock mashing into his button over and over and over.  Around and around they went, the stink of sex detectable, rising up underneath the overpowering stench of chlorine.
	“Oh, oh gods, Dibs, I'm gonna cum!” Van yelled so loud, he wouldn't have been surprised if the attendants up top heard him, but he didn't give a crap.  His heart raced, and his hips bucked, his shaft squeezed by the tight ring of muscle.  He could feel it coming, only seconds away.  With a last bit of effort, made harder as the centrifugal force of another turn pushed back, he grabbed his boy's cock in his hand.  
	The poor mouse was well past words.  Dibs' whole body on fire, every nerve a tingle with electrical, energy.  Van's cock pushed deeply into his hole, hitting that sweet spot inside with every push, driving him closer and closer to climax.  He pushed back, trying to get him deep as he could without letting them tie.  When he felt his fathers hand grip his member, he felt himself tip over the edge into the most intense orgasm he could recall having.
	Spasmodically, Dibs clenched on Van, pulling him over the edge with him, milking it for all the cum he had left.  He could feel his own shooting out, hitting himself in the chest, and both their muzzles.  
	A last drop, and they shot out of the end of the tunnel, heaving and panting against each other.  In a tender hug, Van held Dibs close, and rolled out of the tube.  He landed on his feet in the waist high water, and the two kissed, tongues invading mouths.  For a few minutes, they stood there, the incredible high they had just shared flowing through them, cocks trapped and throbbing between them, just below the level of the water.
	“I love you dad,”  Dibs said shakily, Breaking apart and pulling up his swimsuit.  
	“I love you too Dibs,” Van replied, doing the same.
	They splashed each other clean, then swam for the ladder, both utterly spent. 
 	Quietly, they walked back to the entry line to pick up their bag, and without need for words, headed towards the gate.  A short time later, they were on their way home, Van with the window down, and Dibs falling asleep in the passenger seat, content.