Anthony panted and shuddered as he rode the crest of his orgasm and deposited his seed into Evan. When it eventually passed, he slumped to the side, taking Evan down with him so he spooned his nephew and they faced the doorway, where Tank still sat, having stood guard as the two two wolverines had fucked. Anthony and Evan breathed heavily as they lay on the bed, taking their time to recover.

“Fuck, that was good,” Evan said at last after he caught his breath.

“Yeah? Everything you hoped it would be?” Anthony chuckled tiredly.

“Oh yeah…best uncle ever,” Evan answered.

“Aw shucks.” Anthony ruffled the fur on his nephew’s head. He renewed his embrace around Evan’s chest and snuggled him closer. “Glad I could deliver.”

“Well, almost,” Evan clarified.

“Oh? What could’ve been better?” Anthony asked.

“Oh, no, everything was great…perfect, except I didn’t…get off,” Evan explained, a little abashed as he looked down at his stiff arousal.

“Yeah?”

Almost as if on cue, Tank barked. Both Anthony and Evan lifted their heads to get a better look at the Boerboel, whose own cock had started to emerge from his sheath.

“Well, I know someone who’d love to help you out,” Anthony took up. “If you’re interested.”

Evan looked from Tank to Anthony, and then he put it together. “Wait, you mean…you trained Tank to…”

Anthony grinned sheepishly now. “Well, he enjoys it…and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it, too.”

Evan chuckled, then playfully clenched his hole around Anthony’s cock, which was still inside. “Well, let’s see what he can do.”

“Yeah? Alright, I think you’ll enjoy it,” Anthony said, patting Evan’s side. “Here, clench up again.”

As Anthony felt Evan tighten his hole again, he pulled out his still semi-erect cock, which dripped semen, then he positioned himself and Anthony so they both lay on their backs instead of spooning. “Alright boy, playtime!” he called.

Tank immediately sprang from his position by the door and hopped up on the bed to stand over the two wolverines. The giant Boerboel first sniffed and licked up their legs before turning his attention to Anthony’s cock—his wide, moist tongue lapped at it, sopping up the traces of cum and flavor of Evan’s ass.

“He’s gonna get a taste of the two of us first,” Anthony groaned as he and Evan watched Tank work—after a few moments, Anthony’s cock was spotless, and Tank sniffed at it further before following the scent trail to push his nose up against Evan’s hole.

“Go ahead and open up, he’ll clean you out,” Anthony told his nephew.

No sooner did Evan unclench his hole than Tank lapped at the rim and started flopping his tongue enough to get inside. The Boerboel’s large snout pressed up against Evan’s ass as the dog unfurled his tongue to lap deeper and deeper into the wolverine’s rectum.

“Oh fuuuuck,” Evan moaned as he felt Tank lick over every inch he could reach. His cock jumped and twitched, and he watched the canine settle down between his legs—the warm muscle curled and flopped, reaching into crevices that Evan imagined had been loaded up with his uncle’s cum. Indeed, every time he saw Tank withdraw his tongue, he saw the dog snap up flecks and strands of translucent white fluid that he knew was more than just frothy drool—Tank was felching him, getting deep into him for Anthony’s seed. “You…you taught him how to do this?”

Anthony nodded. “He really took to it, too. He loves eating his own out of me and mine out of anybody else. I bet we could get him used to eating yours out of me, if you like.”

Evan groaned as the dog kept up his ministrations. “Maybe—oof—maybe sometime down the road…this is…heavenly.”

“Yeah?” Anthony asked. He shook his head to himself. “You know, I never would’ve figured you as someone who liked this kind of stuff.”

Evan bucked his hips up, allowing Tank to scoot closer and angle his tongue deeper. “Oh, I had my times with Rocky back home.”

Anthony thought back to his brother’s English Mastiff, imagining just what Evan would’ve gotten up to with him. “Now that would’ve been fun to watch,” he snickered.

Eventually, the Boerboel finished felching Anthony’s cum out of Evan, as he began licking up only clear strands of his own saliva.