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Taking Care of Dad

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Jackson originally planned to take a year off of school between graduating high school and starting college-- he'd wanted to get out into the world and see the different sights, explore new places and, most of all, find himself. The teen Husky's high school years hadn't been anything particularly exciting, nor traumatizing. He came out his sophomore year, which was a year later than some, and a year earlier than others. All-in-all, his school was a very welcoming place for a gay Dog-- it ultimately became his refuge as things started to fall apart at home.

The only child of a construction foreman and a part time wholesale perfume supplier and part time social media personality, Jackson was often pulled in two different directions in his personal life. While both of his parents were supportive of his goals in life and at least passingly tolerant of his sexuality, his father often worked late and his mother, in their time together, would regularly belittle him about small things... not the least of which pointing out that she didn't care if he slept with guys, but she still expected grandchildren.

She had always been headstrong, but that grew nigh intolerable once she hit Tier 3 on WeToo, her preferred posting platform for makeup demos and lifestyle coaching videos. Rather than take his year off, Jackson knew right away that he had to get out of the house, and the best way to do that was to get right into college, all the way across the state, and secure himself a dorm. He packed up his belongings two weeks after graduation and said farewell to everyone and everything he'd known-- especially his parents, who had started arguing non-stop by that point.

He should have seen the writing on the walls and, in retrospect, he shouldn't have been all that surprised when his parents separated, but it was the end of his first semester in college and he had his classes, grades, and social life to think about. Over the couse of the next six months he learned about advanced math concepts, western civilization, ecology, philosophy, and all of the other things a well-rounded education put before him. He also learned a lot more about himself: he had his first set of short-term relationships, followed by a slightly longer one-- all inside the scope of nine months.

Back home, however, things had fallen apart significantly and his parents completed their divorce right before the end of his first year in college. It was almost finals week and, even though he received regular check ins from both his parents throughout, things had gone silent for the prior week or two after a three way call in which his mom and dad explained they were through.

When his phone finally DID ring, it was Mr Thomas, Jackson's dad's boss. While it might have been weird for most teens to get a call from a parent's supervisor, Mr Thomas was practically family-- he'd been good friends with Jackson's dad for as long as Jackson could remember... which is why what the older Labrador had to say stung particularly hard. "Your dad's not doing so gread, kid."

Jackson got the specifics over the course of the twenty minute phone call, including the fact that the quality of his dad's work, his dad's attendance, and his dad's attitude were all suffering. The call concluded with Mr. Thomas asking what Jackson's plans for the summer were-- the young man honestly had no plans. In the end, the Labrador offered to deposit some cash into his account if he would like to come back-- Mr. Thomas was sure that it'd do Jackson's dad some good to have someone else in the house with him.

With his summer decided for him, Jackson finished out classes, got 'decent' grades, and packed everything back up to return home. He didn't know exactly what he'd find when he got there, but what he encountered wasn't something he would have imagined anyway. Despite being gone less than a year, his family home still somehow felt smaller when he returned. He still had a key so he let himself in; it was mid-afternoon and he realized that he'd probably have the place to himself for a few hours. He was in the process of moving things into his room when he realized that wasn't the case; his dad arrived about thirty minutes after Jackson.

Jackson's dad had always been a hugger, but the big, middle-aged Husky squeezed extra hard. Jackson took after his mom, and was a much slighter build, making it all too easy for his dad to completely envelop him. After that, it was a whirlwind tour of catching his dad up on everything he'd done in college, telling him all about school and the friends he'd made and the event's he'd attended-- slightly less details regarding his relationships or the parties, but he had a feeling based on the faint smirk on his dad's muzzle that the older Husky could read between the lines.

The house felt far different with just the two of them there, and not just because of his mother's absence. Jackson had always admired his dad, and often sought his attention, but the older Husky usually came in late, and what little socialization was done generally went through Jackson's mother first; that night, he had his dad all to himself. Jackson enjoyed the attention but, as the night wore on, his father pulled out a bottle of burbon, and things became much more somber.

His dad drank, letting Jackson do most of the talking. The discussion ultimately ended up circling around to his mom; he could tell the topic bothered his dad, but the older Husky weathered the questions well. In the end, with the bottle drained, his father stood up, reaching out to steady himself against the table. "I... think we've talked about your mother pretty okay-- I mean, enough... for now. Vivian chose a different life, and I can respect that and wish her well and-- damn... I think that was 100 proof."

Jackson's dad often liked a drink or two in the evenings, but the young Dog couldn't remember the last time his father had polished off so much booze; there had obviously been some truth to Mr Thomas' concerns. "Sokay, Dad... it's getting late anyway. Come on... lemme help you down the hall."

Letting out a soft, deep chuckle, Jackson's dad leaned against him, causing the young Dog to almost stumble before catching himself. Nuzzling the top of his son's head, the older Husky commented "Y'know... I can make it t'my room, kiddo... s'not that bigga deal."

Undeterred, Jackson reajusted his weight distribution so he could account for his father leaning against him. "Nah... it's alright, dad. You're drunk... I wouldn't want you hurting yourself."

Snickering, Jackson's dad leaned over and licked the top of his son's head. "You're a good boy, Jackson. I know you prolly got TONS'a stuff to do this summer better'n comin' home to hang with yer old man... but I'm glad you're here, kiddo."

Jackson felt his face flush beneath his fur; his father was not usually one to offer an encouraging lick or give thanks so freely. It felt... nice. "No problem, Dad. It's good to be home. Feels kinda different after college, though."

His dad managed to negotiate the doorway by straight-arming the door frame, carefully pulling his way through before Jackson came in from behind. At that point, the larger, older Husky did a stutter-step followed by a stumble toward the bed. Jackson was still holding onto him and, therefore, he was pulled along for the ride. The two Dogs collapsed onto the queen sized mattress, fortunately unharmed. His dad laughed uproariously.

Rolling his eyes, Jackson managed to extricate himself before walking around to the foot of the bed so he could take off his dad's shoes. His father, despite being drunk, noticed. "Oh... gonna pamper your old man, eh?" He wiggled his toes once they were free from the footwear. "Y'know... I can do THAT m'self too... hell... you started dressin' and undressin' when you were three... I've been doin' it m'self for 40 years."

Jackson rolled his eyes. "I know, Dad... I'm just helping."

His father put up a little bit more of a fuss, but it seemed to be just for show; if he didn't know better he almost thought his dad was enjoying the pampering. In the end, Jackson managed to get the older Husky's shoes and socks off, then helped the big Dog slip out of his jeans, leaving his dad in nothing but his white undershirt and a pair of loose-fitting boxers. "You lose weight, Dad?"

His dad looked down. "Did I? Mebbe... haven't really done much in the way of home cooked meals the last few months... usually just do coffee in the morning and a sandwich at lunch. Why? Worried yer old man's gonna waste away inta skin'n'bones?"

Jackson didn't often see his father in any significant state of undress, but the few times he'd seen him in minimal clothes he remembered his dad as having a little extra padding over some well-earned muscle. The construction field wasn't particularly sedentary and, even though his dad was a supervisor, there was still some physical labor involved. He gave his father's calf a light squeeze. "You'd better start eating more if you want to give it your all at work... can't run on empty forever."

The older Husky reached out and grabbed his son's wrist and gave it a yank; Jackson found himself falling into the mattress. A moment later his dad had him in a big hug. "Nah... I'm hardly empty, kiddo... I got you in my life... s'all I need."

Jackson wasn't entirely sure how he ended up with his very inebriated father spooning him; he had no concept as to why he froze when his dad's arms wrapped around his mid section; he had no idea how to react when he felt the older Dog's groin pressed up against his rump; he lost the ability to think when, with a deep, heady whisper, his dad announced "Mmm... you smell just like yer mother."

The young Husky felt awkward laying there with his father, and it would only get more awkward as he didn't even begin to object as the inebriated older Dog began to get touchy with him. He hated himself when he didn't only not object to his father unbuckling his belt, but he actively began to assist his dad with undoing his fly; from there, it was easy enough for him to kick off his pants... he had needed to do laundry and hadn't put on any underwear that morning... he could feel the ample precum his father was producing through the older Husky's ever-so-damp boxers.

Jackson had been with a few guys his own age in college, but he'd never been with a REAL Dog. Although his dad was drunk, the middle-aged Husky was certainly not incapable (despite a minute of confusion as he tried to get his member out of the hole in his boxers)-- ultimately, however, Jackson made it that much easier by presenting himself even as he helped his dad take the underwear off completely. Strong arms pulled him close and it only took three tries for the drunk Husky to find his target, slipping in with a lascivious "Oh gawd... I fuckin' need this..."

Although Jackson wasn't a novice and his dad was a copious producer of precum, there had been no lube and the older Dog's ample size didn't make it very easy. Nevertheless, Jackson grit his teeth as a euphoric burst of endorphins hitting him all over once he realized that, after a few dozen thrusts, his dad had hilted into him. His father murmured a few more barely cohesive comments into his ear, and then gently nipped the nape of his neck. The sensation drove Jackson wild, and he gave it up then and there, painting the bedspread with his cum as his dad drove him over the edge.

Thoroughly drunk, Jackson's father was hardly quick to be satisfied. The older Husky had incredible stamina, and the young Dog was at his mercy, being railed into by his vigorous, excited, and very horny dad. The teen grabbed hold of the sheets, groaning as his father bred him like a bitch in heat and, despite how horrible Jackson felt about taking advantage of his dad, he loved every minute of it.

Ultimately, his dad's thrusts began to grow erratic, and he felt his father's large knot begin to firm up. It was passing the point of no return and yet Jackson couldn't bring himself to stop. Panting, he gasped as his dad's thick organ railed into him, hardening knot kissing his entrance. "D--dad... I..."

A paw gripped Jackson's face, two fingers pinning his tongue as his dad's ring finger and pinkie slid around his neck. The smell of booze flavored the air as his father crooned. "Shh... almost there, kiddo... almost there."

There was something so right about how wrong the moment was and, when his dad disrupted his rhythmic thrusting to apply consistent and firm pressure, there was no doubt in Jackson's mind: he wanted his dad to finish inside him... he NEEDED his dad to finish inside him. The young Husky pushed back against his father and, a moment later, his muscles relented, and, in a moment of extreme pressure and searing pain, let the monster inside him.

His dad went wild the moment Jackson's opening clamped down behind his knot. The youth felt his father's hips begin to roll against him, somehow causing the caught member to continue massaging his insides in a frenzy of movement. Jackson let out a dull, low groan around the fingers in his muzzle as he felt more of his own semen begin to get forced out of his body and his dad's tense, slurred words gave lusty narration for what was to come. "Ready to meet your brothers and sisters?"

A moment later Jackson's insides were flooded with warmth. He felt each and every pulse of his father's cock wedged deep inside him; his dad must have been pent up because the teen's insides were practically cramping with how much the older Dog was unloading into him. Nearly blacking out for a moment, Jackson ultimately regained his senses when his father rolled onto his back, carrying the younger Dog into the air. His dad rotated the youth in his lap until they were face to face. "Commere, boy." and pulled Jackson down for a kiss.

It was not a father-son kiss... it was something far more suitable for accompanying what they'd just done. Even as the inebriated Husky drifted off to sleep, his slurred speech announced "Welcome home, kiddo. I'm glad you're back."

Realizing the following day would bring with it 'a lot', Jackson simply laid atop his father, his dad's cock still wedged into his ass, realizing that he was indeed home... but it definitely wasn't the same household as the one he left. That only became more apparent the following morning.