Dad's Love: Ch 2 Never Nick
#5 of Dad's Love
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Summer had come and it was a scorching hot day. It was another day where Joe was at work and Nick stayed at home. The heat wasn't helping as the teen stood there naked, his hanging ten inch, barbed, uncut cock hanging between his legs as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He was constantly being reminded of the dream he had of Joe and he couldn't help but be horny looking just like the male. Stroking his paw over his chest, he turned around with a heavy sigh and pushed the shower curtain aside. As he stepped in and reached for the shower knob, he froze when a large orange paw covered his own.
Before he could turn around, he felt himself being pressed up against the shower wall by rows of muscle. His paws held over his head, he uttered a groan as he felt something thick and hard press against his sweaty ass crack. Grinding his teeth, he was about to fight back...until a heavy scent filled his nose, "Joe?" Nick bellowed as he felt Joe lean into him, gripping to the wall as best as he could as the big tiger brushed against him, feeling his huge barbed cock brushing over his virgin hole. "What are you doing?" he grunted.
It only took one of Joe's bulging arms to keep Nick pinned against the shower wall as he kneeled down behind the kit. "Joe...I don't think...ungh!" His knees almost gave from the sheer feeling of Joe spreading his toned ass cheeks and brushing his sandpaper tongue against his virgin hole. Huffing from the rush, he took deep breaths as Joe's thick muscle swirled around his rim before diving deep into him, "Oh...god!" Letting his body fall against the shower wall, Nick reached up to his nipples which were throbbing because of the attention Joe was giving his hole. Tweaking them hard, he looked back over his shoulder to see the big stud lap one last time at his hole before standing up. Pushed against the shower wall one last time, Nick hissed and clenched his eyes as Joe pressed the head of his barbed cock against the tiger kit's hole.
The big cat wasn't gentle as he moved his hips forward, grabbing Nick's arms as he struggled to reach back and push Joe out, "Joe...nugh...it hurts!" But as Joe grabbed and lifted his leg, placing it over his own on the edge of the tub, Nick's jaw fell open in a silent cry, feeling his body fall on the massive meat until it was balls deep. He could feel Joe's heavy breath on the back of his neck as the big male leaned in to bite at his shoulder, lustfully growling as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of Nick's ripped hole. He felt violated and abused, like he was nothing. But then as Joe's big right paw came around and gently clamped on his chest, Nick looked over at the dominating male, seeing those familiar gentle eyes again as the male purred into his shoulder.
Nick leaned back into Joe's powerful shoulder, his body rocking as he gave into the male's powerful thrusts. With the pain slowly slipping away, he allowed the big cat to take control, grabbing onto his pulsing, rock hard shaft and stroking it fiercely as Joe pounded into him. Soon Joe lifted him off the ground, holding him in the air by his thighs, tapping into his ass. The young tiger leaned his wet, sweaty torso against Joe, crying out and moaning hard as he was fucked by the cock that made him.
After an almost endless moments of brutish, passionate fucking, Nick felt himself getting close, "Joe...Joe...I'm gonna cum!" He didn't even need to stroke himself anymore as he big male slammed into his prostate again and again, driving him hard. "I'M CUMMING!" he cried as he dug his claws into Joe's toned body, his cock twitching and shoot thick globs of cum all over the shower knob and the walls themselves. Closing his eyes made the feeling ten times better, feeling his paws stroke over the muscular, sweaty god that was making sweet love to him and his hole, never feeling so much love for his dad before.
"Oh dad..." he moaned just before opening his eyes, starring at a clean, clear white wall as the warm water ran through his soaked fur. His foot-paw propped up on the edge of the tub; he had one paw against the wall and the other behind him, three padded fingers deep in his pink hole. He realized he had day-dreamed the whole thing again and Joe wasn't there...
As the water loudly ran down Nick's body and the young tiger was starting to lather up and rinse off, Joe stood quietly outside the bathroom, his paws on the edges of the door. He had heard every word cried from his son's maw. Turning away from the bathroom door, he walked into his room and quietly closed the door, ashamed of the massive hard on in his pants, not sure if he should be ashamed of Nick at all...
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