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AN: So, this is my first official story, I suppose. Tell me what you guys think, and whether I can improve it in any way. Thanks, and enjoy!

I was conflicted. I wasn't sure what to think, exactly. Part of me thought that the idea of having to spend the next week sleeping outdoors and eating camp food everyday was less desirable than being tossed into a crocodile-infested bog. The other part, of course, thought that the idea of spending a week in the wilderness alone with my father - my incredibly muscular, attractive, and charming father - was absolute paradise.

It shouldn't take much elaboration. My name is Lucas. I'm a hyena, 14 years old, and gay. My dad's name is Sebastian, and he just turned 39. He's all worried about getting old, so he wanted to take me on this camping trip so we could "bond." Typical dad stuff, I guess. He honestly has nothing to worry about. At his age, he was still the most attractive man I'd ever met. And, unfortunately for me, he was also the one I had the misfortune of falling in love with. It actually pretty much sucks, being in love with your own father. I mean, it's not as though I'd ever have a chance with him. That's what he has my mom for.

It wasn't just his fear of age that inspired this little venture, though. My mother thought it would be a great way for us to connect a little more. I was already close to my dad, so I wasn't sure what else she wanted. But then, I wasn't quite as close to her, so maybe she thought I was just anti-social. So this trip was her idea as well.

Being a teenager of the 21st Century, I naturally had to protest. No internet? No cell phone connection? How would I survive? But I intentionally didn't complain enough to make them change their minds. The image of my dad and I sleeping together, alone, surrounded by nobody else turned me on so much it almost hurt. Almost. And, of course, the thoughts of him skinny dipping in lakes and sitting shirtless by the fire didn't hurt either. I knew that this trip would either be very hard, or very fun. If I had my way, it would be both.

"You two have fun, okay?" my mom said to us as we loaded the car with sleeping bags, clothes, and coolers.

"Sure, hon. You gonna be okay while we're gone?" my dad cooed.

"I'll be fine, just be careful. I don't want to hear you got eaten by a bear or something," she joked.

"We'll be okay, mom," I said. "Just don't burn down the house."

"You're hysterical," she said. Then she bent down and hugged me tightly. "I'll see you in a week. Call me when you make it to the motel, ok?"

"No problem."

"And be good for your dad! This is supposed to be fun for the both of you!"

"Yes, mom. Love you," I said, climbing into the front seat.

My parents exchanged a hug and kiss after I closed the door. After a minute, my dad climbed in as well and started up the engine.

"Ready?" he said.

"As I'll ever be," I grinned.

"Good enough."

We pulled out of the driveway and started heading north.

We were apparently driving to a specific camping ground that my parents owned a small plot of land on in the mountains. It was far enough away from any civilization to be considered wilderness, while close enough for emergencies. It was also a two-day trip. So today and tomorrow, Sunday, would be spent on the road with a stop at a motel for the night. Then we'd camp for a week, leave next Saturday and be home by Sunday evening. This was the plan, at least.

The drive itself was uneventful. We played those dumb road games that are required for long car trips. We exchanged dirty jokes and made fun of other drivers that we passed. We listened to music on the radio and from our iPods. I even convinced my dad to sit through half an hour of my favorite black metal group, which he hated. He got his revenge by blaring country for the next hour...which he also hated. He just knew I hated it more.

As it got closer to dinner time, we started looking for a place to eat. I suggested something quick, like fast food, so we could keep driving. But my dad said he wanted to eat somewhere nice with me, since we didn't go out much. My mom was a proficient enough cook to put most professional chefs to shame, so we saved a lot of money on restaurants. I agreed, and we settled on a Carrabas off a nearby exit.

It was nice. Very nice. I would say romantic, but I have no experience with romance, so I would probably have been wrong. I ordered some kind of chicken pasta that almost put my mother's skills into question (almost), and my dad ordered some kind of fancy grilled chicken in angel hair pasta. The lighting was dim, and the small light on our table seemed to shine on my dad's side more than mine. Not that I was complaining. The way it made his spotted pelt glow made him look even more beautiful than usual. I'm sure I stared quite a bit, but he was too busy eating to notice.

I imagined that he and I were on a romantic date together. I know this is really sick and fucked up, but I just couldn't help it. I only entertained the thought for a few minutes, anyway. Our meal ended way too soon and we had to get back on the road. We agreed on some calorie-infested chocolate dessert to take with us, paid our bill, and then left. We put the cake back into a cooler in the trunk to keep it good while we drove for a few more hours before we reached our motel.

Inevitably, during this drive, the discussion between my father and I turned to sex. I was open with my dad, and honest. He knew I was gay, and he was okay with it. He'd agreed to keep it a secret from my mom when he found out about a year ago by inspecting my internet history, since she was a little more conservative than either of us. She probably would have been fine as well, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Anyway, this talk started with his concerns for my safety.

"Luke, I know we've kinda talked about this before, but I just want to make sure you know to be safe, okay?"

"Yeah, I know. Use condoms, lube, and don't knock up any chicks."

"That's not...exactly the way I would have put it, but yeah."

"I know, dad. I'm not stupid."

"I know you're not, and I trust you," he said.

It was pretty much dark outside, and we were almost at the exit with our motel.

"You...don't have to answer this if it's too uncomfortable...but, have you ever...you know...had sex...?" he glanced at me as he drove.

I chuckled. "No, dad. I've never had sex."

"Okay, good. If you do, just be responsible."

"But I have done blowjobs."

He visibly tensed. "Uh...were you...you know...giving it or--"

"I've done both, dad. Giving and getting."

He nodded. "Okay. I'd done the same by the time I was your age. Just not with other guys, obviously."

I laughed. "Obviously."

"Just make sure that you don't get any nasty stuff, okay? Don't think I could explain that away to your mother."

"I know, dad. It's fine."

"So..." he said, grinning. "Who was it with?"

I looked at him. "Really?"

He shrugged. "Okay, okay, I'm just checking. I'm the parent, remember? I have to be just a little responsible."

I started putting my headphones back into my ears. "I think this conversation has come to an end."

"Awww, so you're not going to tell me?"

"No, I'm not going to tell you!" I shoved him playfully in the shoulder.

He stuck out his tongue at me. "Fine. See if I tell you any raunchy stories about your mother and I."

I made a face. "Gee, how will I ever survive now?"

"I know! That's what you get for keeping secrets from your old man!"

"Just drive, meathead. We're almost there."

The openness of our discussion might have shocked some, but it was pretty normal for us. I could never speak this way with my mom. Of course, it was just playful conversation. We never talked about anything really dirty or bad or anything. We just joked around and had a good time.

We got to the motel safely and got our stuff from the trunk. After we checked in, we climbed the one flight of stairs to get to our room. And this was where I had a problem. A rather large problem. There was only one bed. Meaning, my dad and I would be sleeping together. He thought that since it was cheaper for one bed and that were both dudes, it would be fine. And it would be fine for him, I guess. But it would be torture for me. I'd be lying inches away from the near nude form of my crush...my own dad. But there was nothing to be done about it now.

We dropped our crap in the corner and stripped. Underwear was fine for the both of us. And we both showered in the morning as well, since neither of us were good morning people. So since it was late, it would be straight to bed.

I was lying awake in the bed, my heart pounding. I was so hard, my cock ached. Literally ached. He was sound asleep, of course, snoring softly. The covers had made their way to our waists, so his bare chest was visible. And I was drinking it all in like a starving madman.

The moon shone a pale light through the cheap motel drapes, revealing every dip and curve in the perfect musculature that was my father's torso. The cold air from the air conditioner made his dark nipples hard, standing out proudly in the sea of fur. I wanted to taste them, lick them, tongue them. They were so perfect, and for a few minutes, I could only gaze hungrily at his erect nipples, imagining a great number of sinfully pleasurable activities with them. To this day, those are one of my favorite things about his body. I would later found out how just sensitive they were, but for now I had to settle with staring lustfully at them, wishing I could run my rough tongue over his areolas and suckle them like a child.

My cock was so painfully hard that I let it out of its cotton prison, my musky, sex-filled scent wafting up from it. I saw my dad's nostril twitch at my scent, but he didn't wake up. I was so aroused at being this naked and hard so close to my dad, and I grasped my cock in both of my paws. I pumped furiously, intent on cumming quickly before I did something I'd regret. But after only a few seconds of my mad masturbation, I stopped.

I couldn't end this. This was euphoria to me. I couldn't let it end so soon. My dad was a heavy sleeper, and I was fully aware of this. I refused to let an opportunity like this pass me up. I glanced at the impressive bulge in my father's boxer briefs, and my stomach fluttered with the thought of what I was going to do. I was going to touch my dad's cock.

How could I not? It was so tantalizingly close, separated from me by nothing more than a few millimeters of fabric. And it's not like he would ever know. I was really going to do it.

I sat up and very slowly and carefully climbed on top of the blankets completely. I positioned myself at the foot of the bed, my head inches away from my father's crotch. I started gently, very gently. I had fantasized about this moment so many times, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I cupped a paw on top of the bulge and squeezed ever so lightly. He was soft, and his size was still impressive. I squeezed again, relishing the fact that my father's crotch was in my teenage paw.

I paused long enough to slide my underwear off completely to get more comfortable, and then I resumed my work. I took his waistband into my claws and pulled down slowly. I was first met with a small bush of thick pubic fur, which I sniffed lightly before continuing. When I saw the base of his cock, I gasped. He was as thick as a beer can. A single vein ran down the right side of the shaft, and my breath became labored. Just this small amount of cock was beautiful to see, but I knew I'd have to see more. I looked up at my father's face to ensure that he was still unconscious. He breaths were long and even, and his face unmoving, so I knew he was fast asleep.

I decided to just fucking go for it, so I pulled his boxers down the rest of his length and to his balls. As his 9 inch cock was set free of the cloth, it flopped out, hitting me on the nose before slapping softly onto my dad's belly. I couldn't believe it. This had to be the most perfect cock I'd ever seen. Still soft, it was 9 inches long and almost as thick as my wrist. My heart pounded loudly in my chest as I leaned ever closer to the shaft from which I was produced.

I very gently pressed my nose into my dad's sweaty ballsac, inhaling his glorious scent as much as possible. It was as though my dad's musk was my own personal aphrodisiac, because it only made me want more.

I had already broken all the rules so far, so I figured I could just go as far as I dared at this point. I took a deep breath and gave one of his testicles a good lick, from underside to the top. I loved the taste, as I knew I would, and I went in for more. I pressed my tongue behind his balls and lifted them, softly juggling them with my strong-ish canine tongue. I was in absolute heaven. I dared to close my lips around one and suckle, staring at my dad's face the whole time. He shifted slightly, but still didn't wake.

I let his balls fall out of my mouth, moving towards my real prize. My attention to his testicles had a few effects on his shaft, as I could see it throbbing slightly. I closed my eyes and steadied myself before going in. I stuck out my tongue and dragged it across the underside of my dad's enormous cock, from base to tip. It throbbed violently, shooting out a drop of pre onto his toned stomach.

"Oh my god..." I silently whispered. I had done it. I had licked my father's dick. This was more than I could have ever dreamed. I bent over and tongued up the spot of precum from my dad's belly. And I shouldn't have. Because it made me determined to force my dad to cum in my mouth.

It was so good, I had to have his sperm in my muzzle. There was no way I would be able to sleep without swallowing him, not after the taste I had been given. It felt so wrong, but it simultaneously felt amazingly good.

I gently took his now hard cock at its base and lifted it. For a moment, I just held it, staring at it. The tower of flesh jutting out from my dad's crotch made my mouth drool with desire. I then took both paws and wrapped them around his shaft. It felt so wonderful, holding my dad's dick. I relished the feeling of it in my paws, how it easily filled them both. I rubbed him gently, squeezing it while he moaned softly in his slumber.

Then I bent over it, and put the head of his cock into my mouth. I almost came right then and there as the knowledge that I was sucking my old man's cock really sunk in. I couldn't stand it anymore. This whole night had been like torture for me, teasing me to my limits of patience. I slid my muzzle down, taking a good 7 inches of my dad's cock into my mouth and sucking hungrily. I wanted this. I wanted this badly.

I pulled off before plunging back in, taking in more cock with every dive. I closed my eyes, loving every inch of my father's fat cock in my muzzle. My orgasm was completely involuntary. With a force that made my eyes water, I came all over my dad's waist. My cum landed on his crotch, coating his pubes and balls. I moaned and gasped around the thick cock in my mouth, and it throbbed violently.

I used my tongue more than I ever had before, stimulating the head as best I could and wrapping it around the shaft. All the while, I just sucked like a vacuum, slurping more loudly with every passing second. I felt it pulse and spasm in my mouth, and I had no warning before it began flooding my mouth with cum. I barely registered the loud, labored cry that my dad let out as he came in my muzzle. I guzzled it greedily, swallowing every mouthful that shot onto my tongue, hot and strong.

I suckled on the softening cock for a few seconds after the orgasm subsided. I was panting, tired, and my jaw kind of hurt. I listened to the near silence that settled back on the room as the sound of my pounding heart got quieter.

I say near silence because there was something I noticed. My dad's breathing was no longer deep and even. It was short and ragged, like mine. He was panting too. I panicked, and looked up at him, noticing for the first time the paw that he was holding on the back of my head. He was staring right at me.

I stopped, my heart suddenly pounding a million times a minute. He said only one word to me.

"Lucas."

My eyes welled up with tears. "Daddy..." I hadn't called him that in years.

He leaned down, taking me by the shoulders and dragging me up to his position on the bed. He held my face in his paw, staring at me even more, his blue eyes glistening in the receding moonlight.

"We'll talk in the morning."

The tears streamed down my face now, but the next thing he did made my heart leap. He brought his muzzle down, gently pressing his lips against mine in a soft kiss, the same kind he gave my mother before we left.

"Remember that I love you, Lucas."

Neither of us said another word. He pulled the blankets up to cover us both, wrapping his nude form around mine. I blushed as his soft, cum and spit-covered cock squished against mine under the sheets. I burrowed my face into his neck, praying that when morning came, we'd still be okay.