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Daddy's Boy

Written by DevilishlyHandsome49

It had been a long time since I last saw my parents. After a two hour drive I reached the exit off the highway into my hometown. It was very sudden but I figured I should at least give them a heads up to let them know that I was going to visit for the weekend. My roommate recommended I go see my folks after my not so smooth breakup left me kind of bummed out. I couldn't disagree with the advice since my parents always knew how to cheer me up during the worst of times. Though I wasn't sure how they'd react to their "sweet baby boy" being gay. When I graduated high school, I thought I was straight. That was until I became a roommate to a friend of mine who's gay as hell. He helped me realize some things about myself. My attitude changed, my wardrobe changed. Quite a far cry from the clean cut student my parents would love to boast about.

_ "Hey Mom and Dad, it's your punk homo of a son, back home!"_ I smirked at the thought of greeting them like that, but I'm sure they'd get the hint the moment they set eyes on me. I left the apartment in some tight, torn skinny jeans, boots, and a high cut top. All of it black. I had a hunch they'd figure it out from that. Or maybe the piercings on my ears and tongue. The purple dyed hair? No, the spiked collar. They would definitely get the hint from the collar.

I turned off the GPS on my phone once I got off the exit. Surprisingly I still remembered the layout of my town after all these years and knew exactly how to get to my house. I went through my contacts and selected my Dad's number first. My phone was connected to the car via Bluetooth so the ringing could be heard through the interior's speakers. In two rings his voice filled the car with a deep and groggy, "Hello?"

"Hey Dad? Its Zerig. Didn't wake you up did I?" I spoke up into my phone. It was nice hearing his voice again, even if it was veiled by tiredness.

"What? No-no you didn't. I've been up for a while, just getting myself together. What's up bud?" His tone got a bit more upbeat as he spoke.

"Well I'm coming by to visit for the weekend. I hope that's okay." I said. Thinking back on it, I definitely should've given them a heads up. But at the same time, glad I didn't.

"Oh...What, you're heading out tomorrow?" He asked.

"No I'm actually on the road right now, just got off the exit into tow-"

"Wait you're on your way?" Soon after that I could hear him muttering some obscenities under his breath. "Zerig..."

"I know, I know. But listen, you don't have to worry about cleaning up or anything. You know I don't judge on that kind of shit."

"Hey watch your- aw fuck it, you're an adult now," my Dad and I shared a chuckle. "Alright but, please excuse the mess," he pleaded.

"Dad it's fine!" I said light-heartedly. "Besides, you don't have much time anyway. Think I'm about to pull into the neighborhood."

"What?! Oh sonuva-," he sighed. "See you in a few minutes then, ya brat." The call ended. My Dad and I were always relaxed when it came to banter. More so than my mom and I. I think he was able to better accept I was becoming an adult and could handle a bit of ribbing every now and again.

I pulled up into the driveway not too long after that call. Only my Dad's car was parked. I figured my mom must've been out shopping or whatever. Still the same old cozy one-story home I hadn't seen in 5 years. I left the car without even getting my luggage because I was so eager to go back inside again. I knocked a few times at the door and waited for my Dad to answer. There was a lot of thumping and rattling that could be heard from behind the door. I rolled my eyes playfully at the fact that Dad still felt the need to clean up the place. The door finally swung open after a couple of minutes.

I thought I had the wrong address. My eyes shifted to the number displayed on the side of the door and then back to this toned raccoon that was leaning against the doorframe. He had on a black V-neck tee that fit to his shape and wore very baggy sweatpants. His black "mask" around his eyes was starting to grey, as well as his hair but the rings on his tail were jet black. My tail curled between my legs involuntarily.

"Dad?" I asked in a quiet tone, still unsure.

"Zerig?" He questioned.

It was the same voice I heard in the call. Our eyes widened upon realization. My Dad blinked several times trying to comprehend that this purple-haired raccoon was his son. It took me just as long to comprehend that I was talking to my Dad. Last I saw him he had a bit of a beer gut going. I guess not having to look after a little trash panda gave him time to work on himself.

"Zerig...you've certainly changed," my Dad said, still taking it all in.

"So have you," I stuttered.

"Fair, fair," he said, finally cracking a smile. "C'mere," he pulled me into a tight hug with both arms and squeezed. God, I couldn't believe myself. I could feel my tail swaying side to side against my legs. My heart raced. Memories of sex flashed in my mind. My Dad's body felt way too similar to guys I've slept with; ones who were built and muscular. I could feel my sleek chest pressing against his sturdy exterior. He let go with a puzzled look on his face.

"Jeez, too cool to hug me back now?" He asked. I noticed my arms were still kept to my side.

"What? No, just been a while I guess. Here," I hugged him back with both arms just like he did. I tried my best to squeeze but I wasn't really applying the same kind of strength he gave me. "So, you gonna let me inside?" I said, gathering back my senses.

"Oh yeah sure but again, sorry for the mess," my Dad said.

"Will you relax? I said I don't care about all that. So, where's Mom? I didn't see her car outside."

"She's on a business trip this weekend but she'll actually be coming back by Sunday. Probably in the afternoon," my Dad interjected as he closed the door and sat himself down on the couch. "So, it's just been me these past couple of days so far."

"Mm, yeah I can tell. Mom would never let the house get like this." The entry to the house was fine but the living room looked like it had seen a party. Empty beer cans on the coffee table, what looked like an empty carton of takeout, and crumpled up napkins scattered all across the floor. The pillows on the couch also looked very roughed up, like someone had been punching them or something. "But hey, it's no worse than how I've left the apartment sometimes." I walked over to the couch and plopped myself down next to my Dad.

"So," he started.

"So?"

"So wanna explain... all this?" He pointed at me, starting at my chest and motioning down to my boots.

I bit my lip nervously. Some of that confidence I had was starting to fade. My parents are super chill but then again you always hear those stories of people coming out to the parents and it going very, very wrong. At the same time though, I doubt I could really lie in a way that was convincing. And when I really thought about it, why should I have to lie? I'm fine with who I am. It was just a matter of if this visit was going last the weekend or for a few more minutes.

"I'm rocking the punk look for a while," I said. My Dad cocked his brow. "Also, I'm gay."

My Dad snickered and grabbed what must have been a half empty beer from the side of the couch to take a sip. "So is this the part where I'm supposed to disown you?" He asked with a wink.

I shrugged, "Would be awfully predictable."

My Dad reached over the side of the couch again and handed me a beer. "Is this the reason you came by to visit? Cause this wasn't nearly as dramatic as you may have thought it would be."

"Nah," I opened the can and took a sizeable gulp from it, trying my best to hide my initial disappointment from it. My Dad's body may have changed but his shitty taste in beer sure didn't. "It's something else but it's a lot to get into right now."

"Okay, how about this? You get your luggage and get yourself settled and I'll make us something to eat."

"Something edible?"

"Yes something-," he started defensively. "I'm not that bad of a cook!"

"Prove me wrong then," I got up from the couch and patted my Dad on the head, resulting in a snarl that wasn't at all meant to be menacing. I set the beer on the coffee table and went out to the car to get my stuff. It was only one brief case since my clothes were very light and thin: A few tops, couple of skinny jeans, and a good assortment of panties. I pretty much ditched undies and boxers all together. Dad was in the kitchen once I got back in the house and fixed up some sandwiches which I could only assume consisted of deli products.

"Are you slaving over the stove in there?" I shouted as I made my way to my room.

"Shut it!" my Dad shouted back.

Heading back to my old room felt like a giant wave of nostalgia hit me. I swear it was like my room was frozen in stasis. Anything I didn't take to the apartment once I moved out was right where I had left it; magazines and old collectibles were dusted as if they were museum exhibits. Walls adorned with posters of all the cheesy music groups I liked as a kid. Not even the carpet was dirty, until I walked in anyway. I set my briefcase down on the floor and hopped up onto my bed, flat on my back. My feet dangled off the end a bit.

I thought back to when my Dad hugged me. It felt strange that my body reacted in such a way to him. Even stranger that I found his new look to be very attractive. It felt wrong but a part of me didn't really care. It was probably my dumb, horny brain going nuts.

"Zerig, dinner is ready!" My Dad called from the other end of the house.

"Coming!"

And as I suspected, deli sandwiches. Though to be fair the cuts of meat and cheese at least looked like they were quality. Still had the bland tasting beer for a drink, unfortunately.

"Look at you Dad, treating me to such a fancy meal," I grinned before taking a reasonable bite from the sandwich.

"Keep it up. I'll let you starve tomorrow," he retorted.

"Good, you'll be helping my figure," I joked.

He lifted his head up from his plate and shook his head, obviously amused, "You really are taking after me." He paused and caught a glimpse of me, eyes squinted.

"Not polite to stare, Dad," I wagged my finger with my free paw while the other held the sandwich.

"Sorry I just - where did you find those clothes?"

"The internet? It's pretty normal compared to other fashions I've seen."

"I just haven't seen clothes like that since my college days."

"Oh yeah?" I rested an elbow on the table and leaned in.

"Yeah I'd see some guys in stuff like that; leather jackets, the tight fitting pants..."

"Were you in some kind of biker gang or somethin'?"

"No, not at all. It was just the fashion of the time, y'know?" He cleared his throat before taking another bite. "Lot of girls were wearing skimpy stuff like that as well."

I stopped chewing and responded with my maw slightly full, "Wait, so guys were wearing skimpy stuff too?"

"Not that I know."

I furrowed my brow a bit before I continued chewing. I wasn't really sure at the time how to respond to that.

"But what you got on, it looks good on you. Well it suits you I mean." My Dad couldn't keep his eyes up at me. He kept looking down between his sentences, taking big bites.

I raised an eyebrow with a slight blush, "Um, thanks Dad."

"You just seem really happy dressed like this is all. I thought something was strange when you got all snarky during our calls. You weren't anywhere near as yappy back in high school."

"Well you can thank my roommate for opening my eyes to things," I said. "Helped me find my voice and all that shit." I didn't like making a big deal over realizing I was gay. It just kind of happened for me. I was exposed to my roommate's dick whenever he walked around the place with barely anything on. And one day my brain was like, 'Hey, I like that'.

"Oh, nearly forgot," my Dad finished up his sandwich and brushed off his paws. "What made you want to come home out of the blue?"

I blew out a long sigh and took a quick gulp of my beer. "Relationship stuff. Things with a guy didn't really go well."

"Oh no, what happened bud?" My Dad's voice grew a bit softer as he leaned in intently with concern in his eyes.

I never had problems being honest with him. However, it wouldn't make for very 'polite' dinner conversation to be blunt that my ex was a wannabe top that could barely deliver on what he was boasting about. I got sick of it. Despite all that, I tried letting him down gently and he ended up making me out to be the bad guy. It stung at first, then I got pissed about it. I felt I needed some time to myself or at least away from the apartment where that argument happened.

"Me and him just didn't see eye to eye on things and split."

"I'm very sorry to hear that bud. You know, the thing about relationships is-"

At that point I pretty much zoned out because he went into that 'sage Dad wisdom' speech he always used to make whenever I lucked out with a girl in high school. Something about hurdles and jumping over them? I honestly couldn't say.

Dinner ended very soon after that conversation. My Dad had to turn in since he had an early shift in the morning. It was only nine o'clock so I had some spare time to kill. I texted my friend to let him know I get home okay and that I'd be back on Monday. Besides dicking around on my phone, there wasn't much else to do. I wasn't even crazy about going down memory lane in my room. I ended up sitting down in the living room to see what was on TV. Felt so ancient flipping through channels and not having to sign into an account.

"Wonder if any movies I watched as a kid are still around," I muttered to myself. The TV itself was wide and bulky, placed on a wood cabinet that held the DVD player, cable box, and all of our movies. Upon opening the cabinet, I didn't exactly find my movies. Instead, the titles of these DVD's immediately caught my attention.

"Sausage and Twinkies? Gym Shower Chronicles Volume 5? Mustache Riders?" I hastily pulled out each one observing them all closely. The covers were adorned with muscular canines and cats, towering over thin, twinks of almost every species. The tops were dressed in very tight-fitting tank tops with jockstraps that were purposefully way too small. The bottoms either wore nothing or had on the tightest fitting pants I had ever seen, with an opening in the back for their ass. I had to try extra hard to hold back gasping too loud, let alone laughing my ass off. It just kept ringing in my head, 'My Dad is gay as fuck'. There was no other explanation as to why this was here. There were only questions like how mom doesn't know about this at all and just how long he's been hiding this.

I had to make sure my Dad was asleep to see this stuff for myself. He wasn't much of a snorer, so dead silence was the real way of knowing for sure.

I waited; gave it a minute, then two. Not a sound could be heard from his bedroom.

I opened up the first case, 'Sausage and Twinkies'. I couldn't help but giggle at the thought of someone finding this and thinking it was some kind of food video. Then again, the case art would have given it away, what with a bottomless, beefed up cat fondling a smaller lynx. I had to keep the sound at a volume that I could hear everything clear enough without waking up my Dad. Not that it mattered once the video played, since the audio quality was shit. Sounded like they used only one mic to capture all the sound and it picked up all the background noises. Video wasn't all that better either but at least I could make out what mattered. The cougar was ripped and it looked like his shirt was going to burst if he even flexed too hard. The lynx was your typical shy bottom, at the mercy of his top's orders. Bad dialogue here, bad dialogue there, and finally fucking. It got a lot harder to laugh off the video at that point though. The cougar had this really thick soda can dick that stretched the poor lynx to his limits. I bit my lip hard and started to rub the front of my pants, feeling my cock strain from underneath the fabric. I had taken guys that were girthy but never like that. I was jealous of that whimpering little bitch of a cat. I could've handled that dick far better than he could. The money shot was worth the wait with the base of the cougar's shaft visibly pulsating as he came inside the lynx and pulled out as if he unplugged a pipe; a stream of cum leaking out of that properly used ass. I could have spent the rest of the night looking at more from that DVD if the payoffs were that good. It was starting to get late though and I wanted to peek at the others.

'Gym Shower Chronicles Volume 5' and 'Mustache Riders' were okay in comparison. The moaning seemed over acted and the guys were playing into their stereotypes way too much. Like a wolf acting super alpha on a rabbit or a bear "punishing" a hiker for intruding on his territory. It definitely gave me a stronger appreciation for amateur porn that I'd see on social media. Ironically, that has better production quality and authenticity than this. I kept thinking of my Dad actually watching these videos. Was he up to this while mom was away? Is this what he was trying to clean up? I kept thinking of all the questions I'd have for him before the weekend was up or if I should approach him with this at all.

It was close to midnight at that point and my eyes got heavy. I figured it would be best to put the videos away and sleep on it. But the night refused to end so simply. As I put the cases back in the cabinet, one more title made my ears perk up.

"Daddy's House..." I snapped out of my sleepy daze and focused on the art of this one. It had a toned Doberman with a really firm butt, standing by a grill in only an apron, looking over his shoulder with this devious grin. He held a spatula in his paw despite there being nothing on the grill. I popped the disk into the player. This I had to see.

This must have originally been on VHS. There were tracking lines that weren't cleaned up and the video and audio quality was even worse than the previous movies. It started out with a twinkish Doberman reading a magazine in his bedroom. He was laying on his belly with his legs crossed, wearing very tight leather pants and a purple t-shirt that looked like it was rolled up and tied below his chest.

In comes the dad, just as fit as he was on the cover of the case. He reminded me a lot of my Dad. He had that same toned gut that was hiding behind a tight fitting shirt but instead of baggy pants, he had on briefs so tight that his flaccid cock was peeking out of the leg hole.

"Son, it's time for bed," the father blankly uttered.

"But Daddy, I'm not ready to go to bed. I wanna stay up longer!" It was funny hearing this guy trying his best to sound like a brat when he really wasn't pulling off the pitch.

"Son, don't you dare talk back to me! I am your father and I'll teach you some respect if I have to!"

The son got up from the bed in a huff and stood up against the dad, "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it, Daddy?"

"Now listen here you little slut!" the dad pointed his finger at the son and pushed him onto the bed and the rest was possibly the most intense fucking I had seen out of all these videos. The sound of his son's ass slapping against his crotch echoed in the room and the moans coming from both of them sounded so lustful and passionate. The kind of intimacy that came from long term lovers. I was transfixed by it. I closed my eyes and just imagined being in the son's position so my ass could get pounded by that stud. My paw slid down the front of my pants and I stroked at my hardening shaft. I could see that Doberman looking down at me with those assertive eyes. And then, I saw my Dad.

My eyes shot open in that instant and I grimaced.

I couldn't believe myself. I got up from the couch and quickly shut the video off, putting all the cases back where I found them. I tried shaking away the fact that I pretty much jacked off to the thought of my Dad. I wasn't supposed to be attracted to him. I wasn't supposed to think of him in that way. And yet, I remained hard the whole time I walked to my room. I had to keep myself from grabbing my crotch. My pants kept tightening with every step I took. When I got to my room, I could hear some groaning from behind me. I could have sworn I had turned off the TV in the living room. It wasn't coming from the living room though. It came from my Dad's room. The door wasn't completely closed so I gently pushed at it with my fingers to peek inside.

"Take it, take it you fucking cock whore," my Dad groaned out. The computer in my parent's room was opposite of the door with the chair facing away. From behind I could tell he was leaned back in it with his right arm moving up and down and his left paw clutching the arm of the chair. I could barely make out three guys on the monitor with one on his knees. I bolted away from the door and went into my room, closing the door behind me as quietly as I possibly could without completely losing it.

The same questions I had before were rushing through my head again and again. I had to find out a way to ask Dad about this or I was going be stuck with guessing games. I had to sleep on it and calm myself down. I didn't even finish jerking off, worried I'd end up visualizing my Dad again.

The next morning my Dad had some time to cook a quick breakfast before he went off to work; simple toast and bacon but he was proud of the fact that he didn't burn it. I could barely keep eye contact with him at first once I got sat at the table. Funny enough, he was having a hard time looking at me. I figured it was my choice in pajamas only consisting of a pair of panties and a t-shirt that just barely covered my ass. It was the way he looked away at me though, how it came off timidly than out of disgust.

"You didn't bring any... 'fuller' pants to wear, Zerig?" he took a shaky breath as he took a sip of his coffee before sitting down on his side of the table. He put my mug down on the opposite end.

"Nope," I said rather bluntly. Dad didn't really know how to respond to that and got our plates ready. I wanted to outright ask him about the porn he had but I knew he'd get defensive immediately. If I was going to figure it out, I had to be clever about it.

Dad set the two plates down at the table and took a seat. "Now this is something I actually slaved over the stove for!" My Dad remarked somewhat cheerfully.

"Thanks, Daddy," I said, pitching my voice just a bit higher than usual. I swear he froze up for a split second.

"What did you call me?"

"Daddy!" I shrugged with a small grin on my face.

"No, no. Stop that."

"Stop what, Daddy?"

"Stop calling me that word!" He tried to raise his voice but the blush forming in his cheeks was hindering him from doing so.

"What's wrong with calling you Daddy though?" I tilted my head innocently, casually taking a bite of my bacon while I looked at him.

"It's just, don't you think you're a bit too old to say that?"

"Oh so adding an extra sound after the word 'dad' is childish? I'll have you know I'm an adult! I can choose to say 'daddy' if I want."

"Okay I'm not asking you, I'm telling you, don't you use that word!"

I sighed in defeat and let my shoulders slump, "Okay Dad."

"Thank yo-"

"-ee"

"Listen, you little slut!" my Dad blurted out before covering his maw. I calmly took a bite of the toast and took a sip of coffee myself, not breaking eye contact with him.

"Son, I meant to say 'son'." my Dad said, slowly moving his paw away.

"Listen, you little son?"

"I gotta get to work," He got up and scarfed down the rest of his food like it was just a bunch of chips, taking a long sip of his coffee to wash it all down. "It's a short shift so I'll be back around noon, okay?" He straightened his tie and fast walked out of the kitchen

"See ya then Daddy!"

"Zerig!" He growled before shutting the front door behind him and leaving for work.

I giggled to myself. I didn't think that would've worked as well as it did but I was wrong. I had to find out more and I had six more hours to do so. My parents' room was the first place to check. I rarely ever went in there before I moved out so I felt extra devious for sauntering in. The first thing to hit me was the smell. It wasn't bad but it was certainly strong and thick; like a mixture of cologne and sweat. The bed was unmade, bunched up tissues was on the floor, and pictures adorned the computer desk. Some were stuffed under the pillows. It was more like I stepped foot in some teenager's bedroom than my own parents' room. My Dad's account on the computer was locked behind a password so I couldn't start my search there. And no, I didn't even attempt to guess the password because I was too lazy to do all that nonsense. The pictures were just what I needed to start piecing things together.

I collected the ones that were on the desk and went through them one by one. One was of four college guys all huddled together in their college tees, my Dad being one of them. The other pictures included my Dad and his friends at a bar drinking together or chilling out on campus. The way the pictures were laid out on the desk didn't make it seem like they were always there. Something told me to check underneath the pillow where more pictures were hanging out. I set the others down and pulled those from the bed. The first photo I got a glimpse at was of a sturdy looking raccoon in only his college shirt fucking some otter that was on their hands and knees. It took me a moment to realize that was my Dad; same haircut, same body build. He was holding a beer in one paw, with the other paw on the otter's back. And he had a drunken laced expression of joy on his face. The one thing I couldn't help but notice was that the otter he was fucking was very slim and wore similar clothing to what I had on the day I got here. Every other photo I found from that point on? Same deal. He was either drunk at a party fucking some twink or in his dorm doing it and every single guy he did it with wore "skimpy" clothes. The dates on all of these photos ranged from 1982 to 1983. My Dad told me he met my mom in 1984 and soon after that they started dating.

"Missing all that boy butt, aren't ya Daddy?" I whispered to myself as I fell back into the bed. Those thoughts from last night cropped up in my mind again and seeing a younger, stronger version of my Dad just made them more intense. I went through each picture visualizing how rough each of those bottoms got it. I wondered if my Dad was one of those tops that reached around to stroke his partner's cock or if he just wanted them to submit. None of the pictures gave me a good visual of his cock since he was always inside his partner's ass. It was always the base that was the most visible along with those hefty balls of his. I could only guess how big his cock was from the look of pure ecstasy on his partners' faces.

I didn't care about where I was anymore. I lifted up my shirt to grab my cock through my tented panties, feeling pre starting to leak through the fabric of them and onto my digits. I wanted him. I wanted my Dad to take me and treat me like his college flings. I wanted him to take all that pent up energy on me. I had the clothes for it and I sure as hell had the looks. I just needed to take action before mom got back. And I knew my Dad was curious as well. He acted like some shy guys I'd go on first dates with who just wanted a one-night stand; trying their best to stay modest and calm while their nerves got all jumpy.

"Daddy... oh Daddy," I whimpered out as I stroked, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I continued to admire the picture. He was looking pretty close to how he did in his college years so it wasn't hard to imagine him having his way with me now. A part of my brain kept shouting how it was wrong to want to pursue my Dad but I knew deep down what I wanted. I wanted a guy who could treat me rough and put me in my place. And while my friend and many other guys I've slept with have treated me roughly, no one really knew how to handle a brat like me. The way my Dad raised his voice at me at breakfast time was the kind of energy I was looking for. I could feel myself getting close. I didn't cum the night prior so all the pressure from last night was building up again. My toes curled up along with my tail. I was going to lose it.

My stroking ceased and I moved my paw away. I sat up on the bed and stuffed the lewd photos under the pillow. If I was going to cum, my Daddy was going to help me.

It was a half-hour after noon when my Dad finally got home. I was talking to some friends of mine in my room when I heard the front door open. I ran out of my room and up to my Daddy who looked pretty worn out. I wrap myself around him in a big hug.

"Welcome home, Dad!" I gave his body a squeeze, even though I didn't feel like I was really squeezing it all that much.

My Dad slowly returned the hug, seeming a tad confused, "Hey Zerig. What's gotten into you?"

"What? I can't give you a hug?"

"Well you can. Just - ah never mind." He slumped onto the couch and reached for the remote on the coffee table. He pressed the power button.

"Well son, I hope you've learned a lesson," a Doberman said from the TV, the camera only focusing on his face.

"Oh, what's this show?" I said as I sat down on the couch. I knew I forgot something when I was trying to put everything back.

"The fuck? How did..." my Dad quickly switched the TV back to a cable news station.

"Dad?" I tilt my head at him.

"Just some dumb soap opera thing, I dunno. Looked cheap to me," he scoffed. That might as well have been the scoff heard around the world.

"I didn't know you watched soap operas," I crossed my legs as I leaned back on the couch. I was still wearing my big shirt.

"I don't," he said plainly before turning to me to see I wasn't wearing any bottoms. "Zerig, where are your pants?"

"You mean my panties? Eh, didn't feel like wearing em."

"So you're letting your junk hang out now, is that what you're doing?" His eyes were starting to dart again. He kept trying to keep his focus on my face but for the most part he was looking down.

"Hey, no one said you had to look. I'm comfortable free-balling it and you should respect my comfort. Besides, I can't even count the number of times I'd see your ass crack when you used to do repairs around the house."

My Dad snarled, "Fine, but I'm not looking."

"Like I said, you don't have to."

We sat in silence for a bit. My legs were partly spread which made my balls just barely show under my shirt.

"Hold on, did you seriously dye your pubes purple too?" My Dad suddenly asked.

"Gotta stay coordinated, don't I? And I thought you said you weren't gonna look?"

"It was my peripheral vision, I can't help but see it."

"Dad, me and my purple pubes feel very violated that you're staring."

My Dad huffed and crossed his legs before returning his vision back to the TV. He was getting a hard on the entire time we were talking. Work slacks aren't as effective as jeans when it comes to hiding that sort of thing.

An hour into us casually watching and commenting on whatever was on, he was starting to let his guard down. With his legs uncrossed, I swiftly made my way over to sit on his lap, my shirt acting as the only cover to my big rump.

"Remember when I used to sit on your lap?" I asked as I leaned back into his chest with a content sigh.

"Yeah and you weren't as heavy back then," My Dad grunted as he tried his best to adjust. His body tensed up some and I could see his paws were trembling. It was almost like he went to hug me but stopped himself right in the middle of doing it.

"Did you just call me fat?" I pouted. I put a little more of my weight on his lap and that's when I felt it. That subtle yet still noticeable bump that ended up resting right between my cheeks.

"G-god, Zerig get off," my Dad stammered. He shakily sighed as he shifted himself around on the couch in a feeble way to get me off.

"But I like sitting on Daddy's lap," I protested. The bump started to get bigger.

"Zerig, goddamn it..." His paws trembled once more but they were no longer staying on their side. He was starting to move them up to my hips. He stopped fidgeting.

The ringing of the front door bell filled the room.

"Ah, takeout!" My Dad grabbed a hold of my hips and lifted me off his lap with ease as he made his way to the door. He ordered it thirty minutes ago after we finally agreed on something to eat for dinner. Nor the delivery man or my Dad could see that my shirt went up a little higher after he did that and I didn't even bother to pull it down. He got a good glimpse of me before I acted dumb and pretended that I forgot to fix myself.

Night time rolled around not long after dinner. I was a bit more merciful toward my Dad and put on some bottoms which ended up being another pair of panties. He seemed a bit more relaxed but he'd occasionally trip up on his words and even gave me a compliment on how I dyed my hair and the jewelry I had on. Hell, he was even nice about my pubes, saying something like, "Well at least it's not neon green or some shit."

As we both went into our rooms for the night, I kept my door cracked open and pretended to be asleep. The pretending backfired though when I actually did doze off for a while. I got up to take a leak when I noticed that the light was on in my parents' bedroom. I carefully pressed my ear up against the door and focused. The bed creaked and my Dad grunted. The ruffling of papers was brief and then silence. It broke when I heard his muffled voice.

"What the-"

I left him a little gift under his pillow along with those photos. The bed creaked again and his footsteps made his way to the door. I nearly made a dash to my room until the footsteps stopped.

"Fuck it" I heard him mutter. He inhaled deeply and the footsteps left the door. The bed creaked and the moaning started, inhales dispersed in between. He cursed and grunted, the creaking got louder. I reached down and fondled my crotch.

"Cum to me, Daddy," I whispered.

He growled. He fucking growled. I didn't need to see it to know he blew a big load and it was all because of me. I pulled away from the door and went into my bedroom to get some more sleep. I would need all the rest I could get.

Saturday rolls in and it marked my last chance to tempt my Dad before mom got home. His demeanor changed drastically compared to yesterday. The man was walking around the house in underwear and a t-shirt. And those undies hugged him just right with his ball bouncing with every step he took and his cock pushed to the side. Best part was seeing his bulge "move" whenever he laid eyes on me. I didn't bother questioning him about it and he didn't bother remarking on my even skimpier choice of clothing. I decided I'd dress similar to the twink from one of my Dad's favorite pornos. Only difference was that my shirt might as well have been a sports bra for high I cut it was. It was a bit lower when I first bought it but I had made some adjustments to attract bar goers a couple years back.

I knew I got him curious. Several points in the day he'd ask if I could reach down to get something for him, like the remote or a pen. Of course he was more than capable of doing it himself but he always asked me to do it and he'd always be behind me. And he'd stay silent but the moment I'd turn around and hand him whatever it was he needed, he'd let out this big gush of air as if he was holding his breath the whole time. And the bulge in his undies was even more apparent. Didn't even bother to cross his leg and instead played ignorant to the fact. While Dad ate leftovers for dinner, I took the time to do some prep work in the bathroom and change into something a bit loose fitting. I left my drying towel in the room so my Dad could see me in the hallway naked with my tail swishing side to side against my ass cheeks. We made brief eye contact before I went into my room and I made sure to slowly blink my eyes before disappearing past the door frame. Either he was going to come to me or I was going to make a surprise appearance in his room.

Nine o'clock. I only wore a long tee that covered up my crotch. Everything I would need was hidden underneath my pillow. I was browsing on my phone when I heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," I said, my attention focused on the screen.

My Dad opens the door, still in his tee and undies. He came over to my bed and sat down at the end of it with his paws on his lap. "We need to talk."

"Bout what?" I asked.

"C'mon Zerig, enough acting dumb. You went through my stuff, didn't you?"

I shrugged while I continued scrolling through my phone.

"Zerig, look at me when I'm talking to you!" he asserted.

Atta boy, don't take my shit. I thought as I sat up in attention and set my phone down.

"So what did you find out?" My Dad asked.

"Besides the fact that you were a big fag? Not much else." I sat crossed legged with a grin on my face. My Dad's expressions were a mix between flustered and annoyed.

"Things were different back then," he said. "In college you experiment with things to see what sticks and I did. But then your mom comes around and I had to put some of that stuff on hold."

I nodded thoughtfully, albeit getting very impatient.

My Dad continued, "She doesn't know about all the pictures and the tapes. I keep them in a lockbox in the closet that I said was full of my family's heirlooms."

"So that's why I wasn't allowed in there," I whispered. He glared at me. "Jeez, sorry. Continue."

"Whenever your mom goes away on a business trip or sees family, I take everything out of that box and just live in my own little fantasy, trying to recapture those days when I'd have fun with the guys. I've been missing them a lot lately. Never cheated but I've gotten desperate...and you certainly haven't been helping."

"What have I done?"

My Dad bared his teeth at me and reluctantly continued, "You come in here dressed like all the guys I've fucked, you start sitting on me, calling me 'daddy'. It's almost like you're trying to seduce me."

"Is it working?" I scooted closer to him and leaned in.

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, "It has. Fuck, can't believe I'm saying it."

"Well I can believe it. You're the one that walked around in his undies all day and made me bend over to pick things up because your 'back hurts'."

"You left your panties underneath my pillow!"

"And did you end up giving them back to me?"

He turned his head away from me.

I laughed and poked at his shoulder. "That's right, you didn't! You were huffin' and jerkin' away!"

"You were listening?" He turned his head back around in shock.

"You weren't exactly quiet about it."

"Fuck!" My Dad grabbed his head and sighed, resting his elbows in his lap.

"Okay look, let's be honest with each other here," I uncrossed my legs and wrapped an arm around my Dad. "We both weren't expecting to see each other like this. We were both flustered. You want to be a stud again but you don't have a cute guy to do it with."

I pointed to myself dramatically, "In comes me, achin' for a stud to ruin me."

"Get to the point," my Dad huffed.

"My point, you big ol fag, is that instead of watching some badly made porn and jerking off all weekend, you can take all your urges and frustrations out on me in one night. You'll be making me happy too. We're adults and we don't gotta worry about any incest baby bullshit, so let's do it already!"

My Dad chuckled, "I can't believe I'm about to do this."

"Do what? Hmmm?" I exaggerated.

"Just this once Zerig, okay? And this has to stay between you and me." His ears perked up and he sat up straight, collecting himself with a deep breath.

I had to suppress the urge to give him the smuggest smile of my life. It would be way too easy to just say yes and let him do his thing. In my experience as a brat, you have to make a top work for it.

"Actually, no. Now that I think about it, this isn't right." I scooted away from my Dad and turned my head away.

"Wait what?" His shoulders lowered.

"I mean, how could a strong, responsible father, fuck his own son? And how could I settle with my own Dad when I can do much better?"

"Excuse me?" His brow furrowed and he began to scoot closer to me.

"Maybe I should I call this off. Go on, shoo. Go back to your vintage porn." I playfully flung my fingers at him, laying back in bed and bending my legs so he could see under my shirt.

"Fuck you, you little shit!" He got up onto my bed and pinned me down by my shoulders. The muscles in his forearms bulged as he put the pressure down on me. His gaze pierced into mine, demanding of my attention. With his muzzle only inches away from mine, he snarled, "I know you're messing with me!"

I leaned up and planted a quick but soft kiss on his lips, licking my own as I laid my head back on the pillow. "And what the fuck are you gonna do about it, Daddy?"

I could feel his digits dig into my fur through the fabric of my shirt before he lifted himself off of me and sat up on his knees. Not breaking eye contact, he tugged the front of his undies down below his crotch to let his junk flop out in front me. I audibly shuddered at the sight of his thick, uncut cock, the tip as pointed as a spearhead. His balls had a patch of fur running down the middle like mine and they were just as big if not bigger than how they were in the photos. My heart raced as his length hardened and pointed toward me, appearing twice as big as it was flaccid. I lifted up my shirt with shaky paws, showing him everything I had to offer. My smaller cock was getting twitchy, almost as if it knew it was in the presence of someone far superior. He snapped his fingers and motioned me towards him.

"Now." he uttered. No shouting, no snarling. Just an order.

"Y-yes, Daddy." I complied, getting on my paws and knees so I was eye level with his crotch. The aroma coming from him was a lot more pungent than what I got from his room. The heavy air of musk was enough to make my nostrils sting but I pushed my face in it to breathe it all in. I shuddered in delight, not being able to recount how long it had been since I smelled someone that strong. I reached down and pinched my shaft in between two digits as my other paw went to hold my Daddy by the base of his throbbing cock. I wrapped my lips around his tip and suckled it sweetly, letting his salty pre leak all over my tongue before I took more of him in. I felt his paw on the back of my head and immediately his tip was almost about to hit the back of my throat.

"Aww, this your first time?" My Daddy mocked. Now he was starting to get it.

I pouted with his cock muffling my curses at him. I took my paw away from my crotch and wrapped my arms around his hips to properly bob my head on his length, angling myself so I can take him into my throat. My saliva and his pre made it a lot easier to take in and his salty exterior made sucking him all the more addicting with his musk acting as a magnet to keep me from pulling away too far. His throbbing got more intense and he was pushing me further into his crotch, not even letting me pull back for air.

"Fuck, ah fuck!" He growled through his teeth. My paws wandered to his firm ass and I worked my digits between his cheeks to rub at his rim. He lost it at that point. I could feel his cheeks tightening in my grasp and he held my head into his crotch as his entire body trembled. I shut my eyes and braced for the strong torrent of cum that shot down into my throat, immediately followed up with strong spurts that filled my maw with more than I could swallow. I gulped down every bit of it I could, feeling it run down the back of my throat with that salty aftertaste coating my tongue. His grasp on my head eased up and I had the chance to pull away so I could swallow the remainder of his seed down.

"Damn, didn't know I'd cum that quick. Fuck that felt good," My Daddy said between breaths, each one accompanied with a relieved snicker.

"I expected it. You've been thirsting over me the past couple of days," I cleared my throat once I got most if down, sounding a bit worn out myself. I laid back on the bed and spread my legs, lifting my sac up to reveal my tight hole to my Daddy. "Lube is under the pillow. Hurry up!"

"Just wait, will ya? I need some time to recharge, I ain't as spry as I used to be." He took off his briefs to give himself more room, casually stroking his cock to try and bring life into it again.

"Oh..." I closed my legs and turned over onto my side. "Forgot I was dealing with an old man."

Daddy stopped stroking and stared at me with his eyebrow twitching. I giggled and nuzzled into my pillow, playfully shaking my hips at him.

"That mouth of yours is gonna get you into trouble," he said.

"Help! I've cum and I can't get it up!" I mocked, chuckling to myself knowing that I hit a nerve. But all that chuckling slowly turned into moans of pure pleasure. Out of nowhere I felt something soft and wet run up between my ass, stopping at my tail. I felt it again, starting at my sac and flattening onto my hole. Daddy ignored my mention of lube and did it all himself with his tongue. He slathered against my rim multiple times, his nose even getting in there to breathe in my scent. I grabbed onto my pillow and let him have it, my legs kicking in delight. He was relentless in taking care of me down there and his lust filled groans were a good sign that he was enjoying his second meal.

Daddy pulled away from my ass and got up on his knees again with his cock stiff and pointing right at me. He gave me a smug grin and placed his paw on my crotch so he could fondle me. "Still not as big as your old man," he bragged.

"I'm not the one doing the fucking, aren't I?" I smirked while I bit my lip, sliding my index digit into my hole to feel for myself just how loose he got me. "Damn, you're thorough."

"Damn right I am," he said as he scooped my legs up into his arms and moved in closer to my body, his tip pressed between my cheeks. "You ready to take my juicy cock in your ass, sweetcheeks?"

"Oh...wow," I covered my maw as I chuckled. "That was terrible! You borrow that line from one of your pornos?"

Before I could continue laughing, my Daddy shoved his briefs right into my face. My eyes widened, my body trying to process what just happened. He put his paw over my face with his briefs still around my maw and pushed his cock inside me. My yelp of pleasure was muffled and my lower body was at the mercy of my Daddy as he kept a consistent, smooth rhythm sliding in and out of my barely loosened hole. His girth was still stretching me and my walls we squeezing at him whenever he pushed inside. My senses were overloaded; his paw and briefs on my face, his strong musk, his cock fucking me senseless. I felt as though I would zone out at any point and wander into a headspace of ecstasy.

"Daddy, Daddy fuck me harder!" I tried to scream out. But Daddy pressed harder into my maw. He didn't even want me to get a whiff of fresh air. All I was allowed to breathe in was him and I accepted it. He grunted with each thrust and the sound of his hips slapping into my thighs filled the room, all while the bed creaked louder and louder as we went on. I lost track of my surroundings. Everything seemed to fade away. I didn't even think I was in my house. I was just a toy being stuffed by a guy who wanted me. Who craved me. I was the twink getting fucked at college parties. I was the fag getting fucked by the big man on campus. I was my Daddy's boy.

He pulled out to my dismay but flipped me over in one swift motion so he could take me from behind. I knew he did it just so he could see my ass bounce against him. Daddy definitely enjoyed it from the amount of times he slapped and dug his paw into it. He was still using his other one to keep those briefs on my face. They started getting wet due to the moisture from my mouth which only made it even harder to smell anything else.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he stammered out. His grip on my ass felt like he was about to puncture skin. He didn't stop thrusting into me and my cock dribbled with copious amounts of pre onto the bed. He let go of my maw and wrapped both arms around my middle, one paw pumping my shaft while the other was rubbing my chest. He gently tugged at the necklace attached to my nipples, adding on extra stimulation I didn't even know I needed. I took a big gulp of air and grabbed the briefs so I could return them to my face. I pushed back against him, my legs were starting to buckle. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he growled and shook against my body. He flooded me. Ropes of seed shot inside, powerful enough that it leaked out of me and ran down my sac. I lost it. Spurts of cum splashed into the already small puddle of pre I made in the sheets. My Daddy gave a few more thrusts with the remaining energy he had so I could have the chance to milk him for every last drop he could muster. We both collapsed into the bed, our minds still not completely there as we trembled and giggled like a couple of dorks.

"Dad, that was so gay," I gasped out.

"The gayest," My Daddy shuttered.

He kissed and nuzzled sweetly into the side of my neck. His sighs of contentment accompanied by honeyed words that made me shiver with pride. I batted my lashes at him from the corner of my eyes and turned around to lock my lips with his. Our tails tied together as we shared one more loving glance before passing out. He was the only blanket I needed that night.

The next morning was somewhat hazy. I remember opening my eyes to see my Daddy's paw on top of mine and I felt his weight on my back. He wasn't too heavy but it was hard to ignore that he was there. I tried nudging him awake but all that did was make him horny and take care of his morning wood. He somehow managed to stay inside of me all night and harden up by sunrise. I kissed him on the cheek and let him fuck me until he came, my ass completely used to the point where I knew I was going to feel it during my drive back to the apartment on Monday. We ended up showering together which led to fucking and getting dressed together which led to dick sucking. Any moment Daddy and I were naked, we'd take advantage of the situation. The moment we got our clothes on, we had to do some cleanup before mom got home. He had me bend down to pick up trash off the floor while he got all his pictures and videos back into the lockbox. All the regular movies were put back into the cabinet and the blankets on my bed went through a really strong wash cycle.

When mom got home around dinner time, the house was as clean as she would've left it. It took her by surprise to see me in skimpy clothes and even more of a surprise when I told her I was gay. But as expected she took it nicely, asking me when I was going to get a boyfriend instead of when I was going to get a girlfriend like she did when I was in high school. We all ordered pizza and hung out the rest of the night. My Daddy and I kept our flirting to a minimum and I was a lot more 'appropriate' around the house. I only gave my Daddy a kiss on the lips when he came to my room to tuck me in before he went to bed with mom. And he actually did tuck me in, that wasn't code for anything. I wouldn't have been able to keep quiet for us to be that sneaky. There wasn't much of a difference between how him and I interacted outside of that. I could tell he felt happier and less tense than before. In my head, if I was able to make my Daddy happy and get myself off? It was an easy win for both of us.

After goodbyes were exchanged between me and my folks, I was back on the road Monday morning with my ass still tingling from Saturday night. While I was on the highway, I got a call from my Daddy. Even renamed his contacts to that title.

"Hey Daddy!" I called out once I answered.

"Hey brat. Doin' okay out there?" he asked.

"Besides a tingly ass, I'm fine."

"Ah, I still got it! The guys back in college would say that too."

"Wait, mom isn't around is she?"

"Don't worry she's out shopping right now. I can say how much I enjoyed fucking your pretty boy ass." Daddy said in a relaxed tone.

"Oh damn, getting bold now. Far cry from the 'oh no, my son called me Daddy' bitch I had to deal with."

"You're lucky I'm not in that car with you or we'd pull over and be a roadside attraction."

I loved how he much of a loose cannon he was now. It got to a point I almost forgot he was my actual Dad. He just came off like a really good lay I'd actually talk to the day after.

"So Zerig, I think you may have forgotten your panties here. I forgot I stuffed it in my pillow case." I got the feeling that Daddy was rubbing the back of his neck while he said this.

"Eh, you can keep em. Stuff em in your lockbox for all I care," I said nonchalantly.

"I... already did."

I laughed. "My Daddy is one of the biggest pervs I know."

"You don't know the half of it, bud," my Daddy asserted.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. I was actually wondering if we could see each other again sometime. Father, son bonding and all that."

"What a nice family friendly way of saying you wanna get your dick wet. What did you have in mind?"

"Camping trip?" he asked.

"What part of my wardrobe says 'camping trip'? Also, that is so typical," I rolled my eyes.

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Idunno, maybe just come by my place and fuck me."

"Will your roommate mind?"

"Nah. I'll just tell him you're some middle-aged guy I picked up at the bar. You look the part."

"Asshole," my Daddy murmured.

"Love you too!" I shouted.

"Listen bud, I gotta get to work soon for a callout but I just wanted to let you know," he took a pause. "Thanks for letting me explore that side of myself again. Couldn't ask for a better, hot twink of a son."

I blushed and blew a kiss at my phone, "Anything for my Daddy!"