TRUSTED ADULT
By Alexander Louve
Summer has always been Anthony’s favorite time of year, ever since the Border collie was a young cub. Swimming at grandmas was the best, the whole extended family all gathered together to cool off, drink, and barbecue. As everyone got older, the next generation of parents and their cubs came along. Then there was Anthony, the adult that never really grew up—a favorite among all the cubs, especially is the case for Mark and Jason. 
“Cousin, come swim with us!” Jason, one of the adorable eight year old English shepherd twins says to Anthony, who’s sipping a beer and chatting with their parents. 
Their mother, Samantha, speaks to them. “Boys, your cousin is hanging with us right now. Why don’t you go play with your younger cousins?” She gestures to the toddlers, who are messing around in the shallow end of the sizable pool, under careful watch of the parents.
Mark, distinguishable by a small snaggletooth, speaks up. “They’re too young, we want to play tag!” He looks to Anthony with puppy eyes, his brother quickly catching on and doing the same.
With a chuckle, Anthony sets his beer down on the glass table, “It’s alright Sammy, I’m always happy to entertain.” He ruffles Jason’s head fur. 
“Hey!” He shouts, following along as the older dog runs and jumps into the deep end, splashing all the other cubs in the pool. Grandma promptly yells at him to stop running, or else.
The twins hop in after the older dog, swimming to surely harass their cousin some more. Mark, shyer than his brother, lets him take the lead in their planned attack. 
Just as the older collie comes up for air, does Jason jump on him, yelling, “Tag!”
A particularly fun game for Anthony, because it’s the easiest way to sneak in a few “accidental” touches of the boys’ more intimate areas without arousing suspicion. A devious smirk paints his face. He swims after the boys, who struggle to beat his pace. Paddling and kicking with all their strength, they’re no match for the grown canine, who manages to catch Mark, gently cupping his butt under the water and feeling the soft cheek in his paw. Mark pops up from under the water, surprised by the touch.
“You’re it!” Anthony shouts before he can react, splashing and swimming for the deep end. Mark, forgetting all about it, rushes for the dog with the energy only a young cub could have.
As the night moved on and the weather began to cool, they had moved to the hot tub, sipping on sodas and talking about their favorite video games. Any adult sober enough to notice Anthony being a little too friendly with them had either gone home or gone inside to watch the football game. He had never wanted to make a move more than now, the alcohol inebriating his judgement to a whole new degree. Though he knew he wouldn’t be having sex with the boys—at least not tonight—the opportunity for a look presents itself. As Mark turns his back, leaning out of the spa to pick up his soda, Anthony grabs the boy’s shorts, yanking them down for a quick view of his underage ass. Two perfectly shaped buttocks, mostly black in color, with a patch of white that almost resembles a heart right in between them. Jason laughs innocently, finding the whole thing hilarious.
The embarrassed cub scrambles to pull his pants back up. “What the heck!” He shouts.  
Not amused, he sinks back into the tub and sulks, feeling uncomfortable. Thankfully, all it takes is offering the boy a small sip of Anthony’s “adult beverage”, something he’s always wanted to try, to bring the mood back up.
“That tastes awful. Why would anyone drink that? Bleh.” He washes his mouth out with his orange soda. And just like that they’re back to talking about Star Fox, Anthony careful to cover his hard on.
Much to the twins’ dismay, their dad comes out and tells them to say goodbye and shake off. It’s all groans and pouty faces as they come out of the tub.
“Thanks for entertaining these two,” David says, “Uh…your beer’s drowning.”
Anthony realizes he’s covered himself up a little too well, inadvertently submerging his drink. “Oh, I—a little pool water never killed anybody.” He adjusts himself, lifting up the bottle and having a small sip.
David looks at him, confused, but with a buzz fueled smile, following his cubs inside. “Catch you later Tony.” He says, shaking his head in a joking manner.
He waves goodbye, slowly rubbing the raging hard on those boys have selfishly left him with.
***
The following Friday night, Sammy, and her husband David, scramble to pack their bags. A last minute emergency has effectively thrown their lives into chaos, if only temporarily, as they try to find a sitter for the twins. They of course protested, stating they’re old enough to be home alone, and then dad pointed out the toaster fire incident and their mouths remain closed.
David hangs up his cell, “That was Aunt Ginny. She’s in Seattle for the weekend. Did you call your grandmother yet?” He grows more and more annoyed, putting a paw on his forehead.
“Yep, she’s having the house fumigated and is staying with Stephanie. I guess one of the other cubs had fleas or something—”
 “Oh Christ now we got to worry the kids have fleas? Christ alive!” He throws his hands in the air and collapses onto a pile of clothes spread out on their bed.
“Hey, calm down. They don’t have fleas, and we’re going to figure this out.” She rubs his shoulder. “Among all our relatives someone’s got to be free this weekend.”
And that someone would be Anthony, who at the mere idea of private time with the twins had popped a boner sitting at his desk, talking details with Samantha on the phone, “Of course, of course. It’s no trouble at all." He rubs his dick through his jeans, “We’ll have lots of fun. Okay, I’ll see you soon, bye.” It took an hour for his arousal to subside enough to leave.
The twins hang out in the living room, Mark playing a game on their Wii and lounging on the couch. Jason building a new Lego set on the carpeted floor. Samantha, looking rather exhausted, sets a suitcase by the door.
“Kids,” She sits on the armrest. “I want you both to listen to your cousin and do what he says. Your father and I will be back Monday, and we want a good behavior report from him.”
Before they can respond, the doorbell rings. They jump up, tails wagging furiously as they swing open the door and throw themselves at their cousin, one on each side hugging as tight as they can. Anthony waddles inside, carrying the boys on his legs with a big grin on his muzzle. 
“Hey, hey, let your cousin go. You’ll have plenty of time to harass him after we leave.” Sam gives Anthony a hug just as David comes down the hallway with their last bag.
“Tony,” He gives him a quick squeeze and firm slap on the back. “Thank you for agreeing to watch these little gremlins. Don’t know what we’d do without you.”
Anthony takes the duffle off his shoulder. “No worries, glad I can help. I’m sorry to hear about… well you know.”
David shows him to the guest room, which doubles as his home office. A decently sized space with a queen bed against the window, and a large desk with David’s computer and a few office supplies atop it. Anthony tosses his bag on the bed, looking at the cute little pictures of Mark and Jason that David has, thinking about pocketing one or two of them.
“It’s not exactly glamorous, but it should do. Sammy and I have been thinking about moving to a bigger place, but the market is uh,” He tilts his head side to side, lowering his voice. “A bit unstable right now.”
Sam calls out, “He doesn’t want to hear your real estate spiel David. We gotta go.”
They say a quick goodbye, hugging their boys, and making sure to let Anthony know to call if they need anything.
Food arrived an hour later, Anthony paying the exhausted looking raccoon and tipping a a good amount. The twins run up to the border collie, their tails wagging and noses sniffing at the sweet smell of pepperoni pizza.
“Can we watch a movie while we eat?” Jason asks following him into the kitchen.
He sets down the box, “Sure bud. You two pick something, and I’ll bring a few slices for us.”
They watch, the lights off, chomping down and occasionally laughing at the 2000’s PG-13 comedy in between bites. Subtly as the time passes, Anthony grows more touchy with them. Starting with a paw over Jason’s shoulder, than another on Mark’s lap. Neither of them noticing or finding it off putting. Thankfully in the dark, the canine can safely hide his semi, not having to worry about them seeing before he’s ready for them to. The movie comes to an end sometime later, Mark and Jason arguing over what joke was the funniest.
“Alright boys, let’s get ready for bed, huh?” Anthony shuts off the television, rising to gather the plates and cans.
“Do we have to? It’s a Saturday.” Jason asks, giving the adult puppy eyes.
Mark yawns, standing to stretch, “Yeah, I’m not even tired yet.”
He tosses the trash, shaking his head with a more devious grin on his muzzle, “Alright, if you both get ready, maybe we can play a game in the guest room before bed.”
While they run off to shower and brush their teeth, Anthony finishes cleaning up. Swiping a few crumbs off the couch and putting the leftovers into the fridge. Alone in the room, digging through his bag, he pulls out his pair of pajamas, which consists of an old grey t-shirt and paw print patterned pants with a couple buttons on the crotch.
About fifteen minutes pass when Jason finally gets out of the shower, Mark banging on the door for him to hurry up. He pushes past his brother and slams the door shut. He undresses as usual, though hesitates at his underwear. A feeling he’s never really felt before now apparent in the form of his first heat. Nevertheless, he presses on, revealing his semi-erect canine cock, poking out of a fuzzy white sheath.
Shortly later now all fresh and clean, Mark joins his brother and cousin in the guest room, shirtless, with plaid pajamas on. He sits in his dads office chair, Jason on the foot of the bed and Anthony lying comfortably against the pillows. The small tv plays some old sitcom from before the twins’ time.
Jason kicks his feet in the air, clearly bored. “So what’s the game?”
He lies back in the bed, patting the spot beside, beckoning the boys to join him. “It’s an adult game, so you two have to remember to keep it between us.” He watches them nod in understanding, “The game is called sex.”
Mark sits next to Anthony while Jason sits in front. Facing Anthony, he’s the first to notice the growing tent in his big cousin’s pajamas. Mark begins to feel that odd feeling in his groin once more.
Jason, taking in the scent, asks, “How do we play?”
“Well that’s the thing; there are a few ways to play. We’re gonna start with an easy one, you’ll use your mouth and lick this.”
Mark remains quiet and withdrawn, watching as his cousin works to unbutton. His throbbing erection is finally freed; a sizeable red, veiny, cock on display for the boys to see.
“Whoa.” Jason says, “Your thingy is huge.”
He smiles, “All right, Jason I’ll have you start the game. It’s  very simple, like I said, you’re just gonna lick me here,” he holds his dick by the knot, lifting it up and down, “Until I say to stop.”
Jason eagerly gets on his hands and knees, tail wagging, determined by whatever means to beat this new game they’re playing. With some caution, he moves in. The feeling of the cubs warm breath alone is enough to make it twitch. Slowly, he runs his saliva sickened tongue along the base, tasting a odd but not unpleasant flavor in his mouth. Anthony bites his bottom lip, each lick sending a wave of pleasure through his whole body. With each pass of his tongue, Jason becomes more relaxed and confident, exploring the length and bulbous knot curiously..
After some time Anthony lifts the boy off with a gentle paw, “You’re doing amazing.” 
“I’m am?” He asks, tail wagging while he wipes away a bit of saliva from his muzzle.
“So well bud. In fact, so well I think Mark should feel.”
The flustered boy looks at Anthony, still very shy about the state of his own erection. Jason reaches for his brother’s pajamas, hooking his fingers in the waistband.
“W—wait I don’t want—” His protests are no match for his eager and determined brother, who in one swift moment pulls them straight down. Mark whimpers, burying muzzle in his paws, almost shaking at the intensity of it all by the time tears start to flow. Anthony takes notice quickly and holds Jason off.
“Wait a sec, bud.” He says, turning to Mark and gently caressing his shoulder.
He grabs the boys arm, softly encouraging him to pull it away. Mark cries softly, looking away from his cousin.
Anthony pulls Mark into his shoulder, trying his best to comfort the overwhelmed cub.
“It—I don’t…” He wipes his tears, struggling to get his words out in between deep breaths. “You keep making me f—feel w—weird. And—and this keeps…” 
Spreading his legs, alluding to his small erection, the tip and shaft poking out of its sheath. A twitch sends a shudder through him.
He takes a deep breath, starting to calm. “Wh—why is this—happening?”
Anthony considers his answer. “It’s a natural reaction, buddy, It happens to boys all the time. Sometimes when they want it to, but not always. Typically not until they’re a bit older than you two, but I think you’re a bit of an early bloomer.”
Anthony subsequently then has to explain the cliff notes version of what puberty is, and they seem to somewhat understand. But then Jason gets confused as to why he doesn’t have the same reaction, so he explains as best as he can what attraction is and how it varies person to person.
“Why doesn’t it go away? It’s really uncomfortable.” Mark says, groaning at the tightness he feels.
 “With us canids, there’s really only two ways. You wait a while, and your uh, penis, will go back to normal.” He groans again, almost ready to burst out in tears once more. “Hold on, there’s another way, remember? It’ll be quicker, and a lot more fun. I can show you, but only if you want.” He gives the cub a reassuring smile, and quick ruffle of his head fur. Mark smiles, still a little upset, but nods.
At the touch of Jason’s tongue on him, a sharp gasp escapes, followed by a light shiver that flows through his whole body. 
“Mmmhfm…” He grips his cousin’s thigh and the sheets beside him.
Anthony smiles, glad to see the boy enjoying himself, squeezing his own knot and taking in the delicious view. “Ok Jason, next part; you’re going to suck on it just like a lollipop.  Just be careful of your teeth.”
Jason nods, and without even a moment’s passing does he take Mark in his mouth, sliding the tip inside and moving down the shaft. To the young shepherd, the feeling is almost too much. Jason gags a couple times as he takes the knot, trying his best to manage the size. 
Mark’s moans grow more desperate, “I feel—it feels like something is gonna—” With a loud gasp he throws his head back, his dick twitching and throbbing in his  brother’s mouth. Jason’s surprised and unsure of what’s going on but remains all the way down until the movement stops. 
Mark pants, regaining his senses as his erection begins to subside, “That felt…”
“Really good huh?” Anthony says, lightly elbowing him. “That feeling, it’s called an orgasm.”
Jason pants, still catching his breath, “An orgasm?”
“Yep, it’s also called cumming, but you don’t ejaculate yet. That’s when white stuff, the same stuff used to make you two cuties, comes out during an orgasm.”
The boys look at him with curiosity in mind. Both meeting Anthony’s cock, Jason asks,  “Can you cum?”
Their tails start to wag, and that’s all Anthony needed to get his plan back on track. He instructs Jason to start on him, back with the licks along his much larger in comparison cock. 
Mark sheepishly asks, “C—could I… do that too? What he did.”
Delighted, he says, “Of course, I’d love you to.”
So Mark leans over, lying across Anthony’s chest. He cautiously looks at the girthy cock, inhaling the scent; picking up a slight earthy musk under the natural scent his cousin carries. He licks it, starting from the base and trailing the entire length to the tip. Enjoying the odd taste, he goes back for more, and more. They both lap and lap savoring the same cock while Anthony watches in pure bliss. Mark climbs fully on top of him, lying stomach to stomach with his cute little rump right in front of his cousin’s face as he begins to slide his mouth over the tip.
“Holy shit…” Anthony moans, “Keep going, try to go deeper.” He pleads.
He takes him nearly half way in before starting to struggle with the length. That doesn’t stop the eager pup though, instead taking a breath through his cute little nose before pushing himself all the way down to the knot. Anthony has to hold himself back form cumming right then and there, whimpering and groaning like a puppy.
Mark gags lightly, sliding back up and off, a bit of pre left on his tongue. “Am I doing it right? Something’s coming out I think.”
“You’re doing great,” He places a paw on the boy’s rump, squeezing. “That’s pre-cum, it happens when you get close to cumming.”
Mark eyes the bead coming out of Anthony’s tip and licks it up, sending yet another wave of pleasure through the canine’s body that nearly sends him over the edge.
“I kind of like it. Tastes salty… a little slimy though.”
The eager boy goes back to work, sliding the cock in his mouth and taking in nearly the entire length, building a steady rhythm. Anthony meanwhile, spreads the boy’s cheeks, getting a good look at the small hole. He dives in, lapping slowly over it and earning a few groans as the pup gets used to the new sensation.
“What should I do?” Jason asks, tail wagging.
Anthony reaches for Jason’s head, pushing him down with little resistance into his knot and balls, which the boy starts licking. He slurps around the thick knot, all the while his brother continues to sink up and down on the shaft. Anthony explores Mark’s ass, licking his hole hungrily, slickening it well and prodding the entrance with his wide tongue. The feeling is very stimulating, making him squirm and moan as the tongue slips inside. Anthony half believes he’s dreaming, after years of fantasizing he’s finally enjoying the touch of them, and it feels fucking unbelievable.
Anthony takes a deep breath. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum soon. J—just swallow it, ok?” Oh god…oh fuck…I can’t believe this is fucking happening!
Jason takes the balls in his mouth, sucking softly on them like such a good boy. The combination of the two of them working his cock and balls so well is too much, he starts to shake violently, moaning and gasping as his cock pulses hard, shooting his thick cum into Mark’s mouth. He holds the boy down, making sure he doesn’t pull off until he’s emptied every last drop inside. The cub holds as much as he can, but some still drips down onto his knot, which Jason is more than happy to lap up.
Once the twitching stops, Mark pulls himself off, turning around to look at his cousin while he does what he’s told, and swallows the load. His tail wags, and he smiles, proud of the job he’s done.
Jason pokes his head up from Anthony’s crotch, a bit of cum on his snout. “That was crazy! You were shaking so much!”
He pants, letting out a soft chuckle, sitting up with one pup on each side, the two of them leaning on him, as he asks how it tastes.
Mark wipes his mouth, “Mmm, mostly salty like before, maybe a little sweet? I liked what you were doing to my butt. It felt weird but also good.”
“Well you both did a great job, I’m looking at a couple of winners.”
“Really?” Jason perks up, “Did we beat the level?”
Anthony ruffles the eager boy’s head fur, “Absolutely.”
After getting the boys to sleep, a particularly difficult task for Jason who insisted on continuing their game, Anthony lies in the guest room with a relaxed smile on his muzzle. He falls asleep to the soft sound of rain as it starts to come down. Sometime later the sound of thunder startles Mark awake. He whines, always having been a light sleeper and terrified of thunder. Normally, he would sneak into his parents room and lie with them until the morning, but with them gone…that leaves Anthony.
The guest room door creaks open, Mark tiptoeing over to Anthony, who lies on his side with his tongue lulling out of his mouth. Over on the desk, Anthony’s bag piques the pups curiousity. He picks out a small bottle that reads “Personal Lubricant.” He squeezes a little out onto his fingers, rubbing them together and feeling the slickness of it all. The creaking of the bed makes Mark jump a little, he looks over to see Anthony just rolled onto his back, but is very much still asleep. However, in the light of the TV, he can see the now familiar sight of Anthony’s boner. Almost fully erect, the shaft poking out of his sheath. He groans in his sleep, muttering something the pup can’t decode. He then gets an idea.
With a gentle paw, he pours some of the lubricant onto Anthony, slowly running his paw to slicken it up nicely, careful to not wake him. He climbs onto the bed, straddling his cousin for a moment before lowering his plush ass onto him. He gasps at the initial feeling of the prodding tip, covering his mouth with one paw, and holding himself up with the other. Shutting his eyes, his breath heavy, he slides the rest of the thick shaft inside, bottoming out at the knot. After a moment any uncomfortable feeling subsides, and pleasure emerges. The feeling of Anthony inside him, cock pressing against his prostate, is overwhelming in the best way. He places both paws on Anthony’s chest, pulling himself up and then back down, riding him slowly.
The older canine stirs in his sleep, dreaming sweetly.
Mark doesn’t seem to mind, or even care that Anthony’s woken, so focused on that building feeling that it’s all he can think of. Riding hard and fast, whining for release.
“F-fuck wha—mark?” Their eyes meet, Anthony realizing what’s happening, and just how close he is, how close they both are.
He grabs the small hips, squeezing as the puppy rides him so eagerly. The warmth he feels inside of Mark, the tightness of his ass, he knows he won’t last long. 
A sudden feeling overwhelmes the boy, his entire self begins to shake, his erection twitching, he scrunches his face, starting to slow his pace. He gasps, the orgasm subsiding as he opens his eyes to see a smug smile on his cousins face. As soon as he’s sure Mark is done, still inside, he in one swift motion sits up and tips the boy onto his back on the bed, thrusting hard inside, tail wagging behind him.
“You’re such a naughty cub, aren’t you?” He pushes as far in as he can with every thrust, threatening to knot the boy. “Sneaking into my room. You’re desperate for my cock aren’t you?”
“Y—yes! I want it, I want it!”
Pulling almost fully out, he grips the boys hips and thrusts as hard as he can, tying him. He moans out loudly, nearly collapsing over him as he cums. The tightness of his ass milking out every drop deep inside. Tears bead in Mark eyes, the feeling of being knotted proving to be a little difficult.
Anthony pants, wiping a tear from the cubs eyes, and leaning down to nuzzle him.
“God, you did so well Mark.” He presses his muzzle against the boy, who accepts the kiss, their tongues intertwining and entering each others mouths. “Love you buddy.”
Jason pushes the door open, rubbing his eyes “What’s going—oh!” He crosses his arms, “You’re playing without me!”
Needless to say they didn’t get much sleep for the rest of the night. And by the end of the weekend, the two had learned a lot about sex, and grown even closer to their favorite cousin.