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“Alright, Jessie, I’m off to work now!”

“See ya, Dad!” Yawning, waved lazily from the family room couch, watching a sitcom rerun I really wasn’t paying attention to. “Hope that work goes well for you!”

“I’ll try to survive,” I heard him scoff behind me, “and for God’s sake, don’t just sit there all day while I’m gone. It’s Spring Break! You should be enjoying the sun out there!”

“I’m hanging out with Bruce and Brad, remember? I’m leaving for their place at noon.”

“Oh, right. Those two,” he sighed. “Just be careful backing the truck out. Oh, and don’t forget to take out the trash, be sure this place is cleaned before I’m back, and Jessie?”

Ears folding downward, I groaned, “Yes, Dad?”

I sat up startled when the older husky’s paw affectionately tousled my unkempt headfur. My right paw smacked his away as he laughed, and I turned to pretend-frown at him.

“Have fun,” he said. His right paw held a lofty laptop bag, the other adjusting his business tie, and he went for the garage door on the other end of the kitchen. “And be sure to be back before nine!”

I rolled my eyes, calling out, “Yes, Dad!”

I sat up, staring at the kitchen door and eyeing the window looking out towards the driveway. I waited, waited, then finally spotted my father’s car back out into the street. The moment he made an L-turn down the road, I grinned.

“Fuckin’ finally!”

With a hyperactive jump to my footpaws, I leapt out of the couch and scurried for my bedroom upstairs. An outsider would’ve only seen a black-and-white-furred blur alongside an uncurled tail, followed by a slamming door. In the excitement, I was too fast to even consider turning the lock.

My tail wouldn’t stop wiggling, and neither did the boner I’d been hiding in my shorts downstairs. The truth was, I really did have plans the rest of the day; my old high school classmates, a pair of knuckleheaded German shepherds named Bruce and Brad, invited me over to drink beer and marathon every single Fast and the Furry movie (the prequels, sequels, spin-offs, all of it) they bought on DVD. As far as my father knew, their parents would be supervising, despite me almost reaching twenty-one in a few months.

Before all that happened though…I seriously needed to jerk off.

Knowing my dad, I could guess that he would not approve. I had zero doubt that the old man suspected that I masturbated since I was a teenager and discovered how to play with my own dick, but he never gave me any hints besides the standard talk, nor did he ever do anything drastic like put on parental controls once I started using the Internet. He did like to lecture me about spending too much time on the World Wide Web at certain points and to take advantage of the good weather, however. That was just him being a concerned father though. Up until that fateful day, I didn’t want 100% know how he would react if he learned that I was not only gay, but that I sometimes liked to jerk off to gay porn whenever he left the house.

Either way, I did my painstaking best to avoid leaving evidence. I turned on incognito mode, kept a small mirror beside my computer screen that faced my door, and normally kept one ear open for the sound of the garage door. My other I watched the black screen come to life and my wayward paw palming my crotch as my other fingers typed ‘YiffTube’ inside the search bar. It popped up instantaneously. As I started to peruse through the videos and read the titles and thumbnails, I shimmied my pants down with the eagerness of somebody who just left Sunday service. My t-shirt and anime boxers remained on as I sat back down in my chair.

One paw kept scrolling through different videos while the other returned to fondling myself. That fondling would turn to stroking my shaft and sometimes scratching my taint as I switched between different videos if they didn’t keep my attention for long. The titles ranged from corny puns to clickbait, like “My Stallion Neigh-bor”, “Rubbin’ Wood”, “Ménage a Twinks”, and “DILF Island”.

I started getting bored. Some of the usual videos were ones I had seen hundreds of times, others either edited badly or too focused on certain angles that didn’t itch my need for seeing older men dominate someone my age. Is eventually led to me deciding to check the ‘recent uploads’ section, hoping to find something that would be long enough for me too jack off too and interesting enough to prevent me from browsing again. Low and behold, I did.

The video’s thumbnail revealed a shot of a husky twink kneeling in front of multiple older men. Everyone was naked and erect, with the formatting and lighting making it look like something from the late Eighties and early Nineties. The title read: “Vintage 90s Porno: Poker Facefucking Volume II”.

I was about to keep scrolling down when my paw froze. It hovered over the scroll button as horny curiosity broiled inside me. Finally, my finger pressed the click button, and the video started to play. My cock pulsed in my palm as I imagined what the old film would be about.

An opening credits sequence displayed names of men I did not recognize as well as still images of what appeared to be five older guys playing poker at a table in the center of a garage. A lion, Bengal tiger, black bear, grizzly bear, and a muscled timber wolf— all of them were somewhere in their mid-forties, with the beer-bellied wolf in particular looking like a man just shy of turning fifty. All of them were handsome and wore polo shirts, but nothing underneath as they sat in their chairs with their legs spread wide open. I discovered the reason the minute the camera looked under the table.

I froze mid-pant. “Huh?”

A handsome if familiar male husky, wearing denim short shorts that would put Daisy Duke to shame. The only color on his lithe body besides the black and white fur were the glossy blue and green eyes staring up at the camera, plus the red lipstick kissing the lion’s cock tip. A lathering of clear pre coated his open lips like wet ChapStick.

My mouth went dry as I asked, “D-D-Dad…?”

No, it couldn’t. Plenty of huskies had black and white fur, similarly angular facial structure that made him look adventurous, plus heterochromic eyes, even dazzling emerald grass and arctic cerulean that could never be mistaken for azure. My rational mind argued angrily that it could not be my father. If growing up with the old man was any clue, he would rather vote for the most communist of politicians than ever be caught on a gay porno, giving…what looked to be an amazing blowjob.

“No!” I shook my muzzle. “F-Focus, it…can’t be fuckin’ Dad.”

I paused the movie and looked down at the icons showing the names of featured porn stars in the video. The husky had been credited under the name Van Bottom—a pseudonym, if Van was short for ‘Vanilla’. Probably not Jim H. Barker, right?

Rationalizations and trickling curiosity led me to silently return to the uploaded film. I had left the video paused on a moment in time: the old camera showed those beautiful green and blue orbs staring up at it, the viewer, his muzzle smeared with leaking white fluid that was secreting from the hard cock pressed up against his cute obsidian nose. A very familiar obsidian nose.

The rational side of my brain screamed not to click on the video again. It begged for me not to indulge on an uncertain taboo I had been trying to starve for the previous several years, back when I first discovered gay porn videos that matched my imagination. They all involved two men of the same species, sometimes similar species too, with one being older and the other nearly half their age. I used to argue with myself that it was normal to admire how fit and muscular my father was despite his office job and age range. I used to be incredibly ashamed, telling myself that he would be disgusted with me and he could never know. Seeing the film and questioning whether or not it was Dad as I slowly jerked off in a sexual haze…it scratched that itch in a way I’d never felt before.

The film continued from where I left off. The mischievous husky twink circled around each older male present at the table, his tail sometimes tickling and teasing those he wasn’t jerking off or servicing with his maw. The audio provided enough proof that Van Bottom knew his way around the thick lengths of meat. The camera showcased how he effortlessly swallowed cock and expertly gave hand jobs without breaking a sweat. The green eye and blue eye of that handsome husky welled with lustful tears when the tiger made him choke down on that barbed member.

Their card game was forgotten at some point in the film. They eagerly dragged Van Bottom from underneath the table and literally tore his denim short shorts off. The camera revealed a certain heart-shaped birth mark on his lower left butt cheek. Only his looked a tad smaller and with less gray fur.

My cock went incredibly rigid, leaking all over my knuckles and thumb. I gasped.

Yep, it was him, twenty years younger and in his prime, without the muscled arms he’d kept despite approaching the big five-oh. As I started to furiously beat my dick faster at the site of my younger father being spit roasted and servicing the other two men, I was engrossed in my own little world. I didn’t even hear my door open until it was way too late.

“Jessie?!”

“Dad?!” I whirled around, horrified. I sprung from my office chair, one paw clicking the video on pause and then covering the screen with my palm, while the other paw tried and failed to censor my erection. “Dad, what the hell’re you—”

“I lost my key card and wondered if you’d seen it. What’re you looking at?”

“Dad,” I quavered and whimpered. “I-It’s not what it fucking looks like!”

“Pull your paw away from that screen, now!” he barked, and like a son being yelled at by his angry father, I complied. The minute I did so, realization and shock dawned on my father. “Wait…oh…Oh, my God…How did you find…?”

The frozen image showcased Van Bottom in all his naked glory. The smiling and slutty husky was licking his lips up at the camera that hovered above him, his fingers holding to bear dicks while the tiger or lion was staining the bridge of his nose. Those heterochromic eyes were unmistakable on the screen. Just like Dad’s were staring back at the twink twenty or so years his junior.

Dad glanced between me and my crotch and at the screen and back again. Any moment now and the screaming, glares, and stilled lectures filled with disgust and horror would commence. I was sure of it. I even began to whimper in expectation of it. I felt so naked and ashamed, not only being caught masturbating to gay porn, but possibly to him.

Then, he softly said, “Jess…we need to talk.”

***

Dad called into work, claiming he had a sudden emergency. He did not scold me. He did not yell. He waited for me in the kitchen downstairs as I turned off my computer, washed my paws, and pulled up my shorts. A small part of me was aware enough in my fugue state to text Bruce and Brad that something came up and I couldn’t see either of them. I didn’t mention that I might likely never see them again, or that life would never be the same again for me.

Several minutes later and I emerged from upstairs with hot, folded ears and a downcast expression expecting to be confronted with fire and brimstone. If my tail wasn’t already curled due to being a husky, then it would certainly be between my legs as soon as I enter the kitchen, where Dad sat at the dining table.

He sat there impatiently, eyes to the wooden fixture and the sleeves of his work shirt pulled up to his elbows. He had been crying, much to my surprise.

“Dad?” I asked after a moment. “Dad, are you…?”

He sighed, wiping his earthly eyes clear with the back of his right palm.

“I’m okay, I just…never expected you to find that…” he murmured.

“So…that was you,” I awkwardly suggested. “You’re…Van Bottom?”

Dad shortly chuckled. “Haven’t been called that since before you were born.”

The two of us sat at that table in silence. I think whatever deity was out there that my father wasn’t angry at me for watching gay pornography, nor that it happened to be pornography featuring a younger version of him. However, those reassurances left the fibers of my being wanting to ask enough dumbfounded questions to make my tail twitch behind me in the chair. Dad must have sensed my sheer confusion, as he stopped hunching over in his chair and nervously looked me in the eye.

“I’m bisexual,” Dad explained. The deep embarrassment got gradually replaced with relief and slight nostalgia as he spoke. “Your mom knew. And so did your grandparents on your dad’s side, when I made the foolish mistake of coming out to them on my eighteenth birthday. Your grandpa nearly beat me to a pulp and your grandmother tried phoning for a priest to perform an exorcism. I had no choice but to run away, and I did, going as far as I could until I reach to the West Coast. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and the meager life savings I managed to take with me from my bedroom. Your old man…drifted in and out of homeless shelters and got desperate enough for food to start hustling. That hustling eventually led me to doing low-budget porno, and I started making real money.”

“So, you were really a…a gay porn star?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t exactly call myself a ‘star’,” Dad awkwardly laughed, then exhaled in careful thought. “But yeah, I made a small name for myself. I tried to doing stuff with men and women, but the studio I got hooked with made more bang for its buck with gay flicks. Not that I complained. Even before getting kicked out of my home, my family struggled to pay bills, so I saved every penny that came from the films I starred or collaborated in, taking more and more roles.”

“How many?” I asked.

Dad sheepishly replied, “Oh, I dunno…a few dozen? Maybe sixty or seventy at most? I uh…lost count by the time I was nearing thirty. That one film you were, uh…watching,” we both looked away from each other, hiding blushes. “It was one of my earlier ones I’d started in.”

“You looked like you were having fun,” I said, clearing my throat and mentally willing my resurrected boner to go back down. “I mean, you looked…really…into it…Dad.”

“You can say that again,” Dad agreed, then snickered to himself. “Not gonna lie, I did love being Van Bottom. It started to pay well once I got better gigs, made friends with directors, dated and befriended some of the cast members. Not right away, mind ylu. At first, I did all of it in order to put more into my savings and eventually buy a house, but deep down…I was really, really starting to love working in the porn industry. The toughest part though was choosing between it…and your mother.”

My ears perked up high. “Mom was a—”

“No, no, no, she wasn’t a porn actor like me,” Dad interrupted, shaking his muzzle and then sighing with a nostalgic smile. “I met your mother a couple years before she had you. She was down on her luck like me but made up for rent by cleaning up the sets. Y’know, washing the bed sheets, wiping down jizz, etcetera.”

“Lovely image,” I muttered.

“Hey, people don’t give those jobs enough credit,” Dad chastised me, then went on to resuming his story. “Lana first met me in the middle of a promo we were shooting—it had me getting railed by this big hunk of a mustang horse named Maximilian, while I was popping this new leopard’s fresh cherry.”

My erection raged on beneath the table. I started to feel immense shame about it once more until I suddenly noticed my father shifting in his own seat, reaching down to adjust himself. He didn’t look my way, but it was clear what he’d done. How horny he felt recalling this lurid past of his.

“Anyway, there I was getting fucked on both sides. And your mother walks in early to work.” He adjusted himself again, pretending like I didn’t notice. “She literally spent two or three hours, watching us and waiting for production to cease for that day so she could start cleaning up. I had trouble getting up from the floor though, and she and Max helped me up before she went to grab me a water bottle. Before I knew it, we were chatting up, discussing our time in the industry, and ended up getting a cup of morning coffee the next day. We did it again and again and again until it turned into a post-filming tradition…”

Dad smirked. “Hehe. Your mother used to joke all the time about how she found true love on a gay porno set.”

“This is unbelievable,” I mumbled.

“I bet it is,” Dad said. “It’s not something I ever wanted you to learn about. It’s not exactly a profession that would be easy to boast about to friends and classmates, is it?”

I nodded. “Not really…but what changed?” came the million-dollar question. “What exactly led to you and Mom leaving the porn industry?”

My father smiled proudly. “You did.”

Both ears twitched. “I did?”

“Your mom got pregnant a year or so after we started dating,” Dad explained further. “She wanted to keep you, and frankly, I did too once it sank in that I’d get to be a father. We felt that juggling careers like ours would be inappropriate while raising you. So, I retired and Lana quit her job for something more…orthodox and well-paid. Normal jobs for what we hoped to be a saccharine life of sorts to raise you, as far away from our past as we hoped. We even stopped talking to our old colleagues, ending some friendships amicably. We…We moved on to have normal lives, raising you.”

Dad did not describe the rest of it. Not that I didn’t already know about Mom getting sick over the years, staying at home to focus on her health, then passing away not long after I started high school. Her passing destroyed us both, but together, we managed to overcome the grief together. Just thinking back to the funeral started to make my chest hurt, so I shook the memory away.

“Did…Mom ever suspect I was…?”

“Gay?” Dad nodded melancholily. “Yeah, she did. Around a year or so before she…” The older husky inhaled and exhaled. “Anyway, about us retiring…”

Dad went on to explain that even though he and Mom left the industry behind, they dreaded the possibility of it coming back to haunt them. While he always went credited as ‘Vanilla Bottom’ or ‘Van Bottom’ in productions, she chose to use her first and last names. They both dreaded the moment a colleague at work, or a stalker fan walked up to ask if they were the same huskies in so-and-so. Dad worried he would be a laughingstock at the office and Mom trembled at the thought of me being bullied by classmates if word ever got out. Their anxiety lessened somewhat when the studio filed for bankruptcy after the Great Recession, however, and the films he starred in stopped being circulated.

The entire time, my father spoke like he’d lost a place that brought back happy memories. As if the porn studio were a great restaurant or outdoor park shut down after years of operation. It made me curious to ask the obvious.

“Did you really enjoy it that much, Dad?” I asked after a moment of heavy silence between us. “Like, you loved doing porn?”

He hesitated to answer.

“It had its perks, its sexy benefits, and the friendships and colleagues I made never let me down when I needed them most,” he sighed with a grin. It fell into an embarrassing frown. “Jess, I’m not gonna tell you not to keep looking at that stuff. I just don’t want you to make an addictive habit of it, okay?”

“Alright, Dad,” I groaned. My eyes widened then when his words fully registered, causing my tail to wag. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I’m a former porn actor. Me bring a prude, telling you not to look at porn—especially ones with your old man in it,” I blushed a furious red and buried my muzzle into the table as the old man cackled, “It’s like the pot calling the kettle ‘black’, isn’t it?”

I rolled my eyes. “I guess…”

My cock couldn’t be any harder under the table. Why couldn’t I get it down?!

“Sonny,” Dad asked, “did you really think I’d be against you masturbating? Or liking porn? I’ll admit, I’ve been a little strict, but I’m not puritan like your grandparents.”

I swallowed a lump in the back of my throat, still sweating and begging for my hidden erection to cease throbbing inside my loose boxers and summer shorts. Blue balls: it was absolutely the worst. Meanwhile, my father stared at me as if he expected a stupid answer.

“I actually always thought you were conservative.” Dad gave a sincerely confused look. I pressed, “What? You always liked to rant about liberal spending and California being a welfare state…”

“I’m fiscally conservative,” Dad clarified with a frown. “I’m stringent with money because it’s helped me survive, but you couldn’t get me to vote Republican in a million years, son.” He entwined his fingers while placing both elbows on the table. “I don’t mind you being gay. I really don’t…but I’m concerned about…seeing you, well…I’ll just say it: seeing you masturbating to an old film.”

Dad locked eyes with me. Those earthly orbs contained no disgust, no condemnation, or disapproval. Just pure fatherly concern.

“With me in it,” he finished.

The urge to bolt out the front door made my legs and tail shake. I let out a guilty whimper, especially since my cock still refused to go down. The dueling image of his handsome stare and that footage of him deliriously moaning in the middle of an orgy filled my mind. I couldn’t get both images out! Not even as I felt quaking regret crawl under my bristling fur.

“I…I’m so sorry, Dad,” I apologized, feeling like a pup about to be grounded. My voice trembled. My blush reddened under my white fur and ears fell pointed to the floor. “Soon as I realized it was you, I-I-I…I couldn’t help myself…You’re so handsome and sexy…”

“I was handsome. I was sexy,” he said.

“No,” I stressed for emphasis, “you are. You are still handsome and sexy, just like you were in that film.” My paws instinctively reached over to squeeze his arm, fingers copping a feel of his bicep. “Dad, I have had a crush on you for years. I know it is wrong, and I know it’s something sons should do with their own dad, but I can’t help it!”

“Jessie,” he gasped.

I let out a canine whine, trembling and on the verge of tears. I did it. I just fucked myself over. My father would have no choice but to denounce my feelings and tell me that they were unnatural to have, then recommend that I move into the dorms at some point in order to give us space. He was going to say it and I just knew—

Dad suddenly pulled me into a powerful hug, almost toppling me from my seat. I hugged back, almost letting go of the anguish in my chest. My tail waved behind me until it began to get sore as we buried our muzzles into each other’s slumped shoulders. Dad’s were more toned and muscled, but shaking, nevertheless.

I bawled freely. Hot tears snaked down my cheeks and dried into his work shirt.

“Let it out, okay?” he soothed me. His fingers rubbed my shoulder blades and relaxing motions. To make it all worse? I stayed erect and pressed against his leg, but the older husky didn’t bat an eye. “Just let it all out, let it all out, Jess. Listen to me, son. I…I never knew you loved me in, like…like that way…it’s not something I ever expected…Not gonna lie…this kind of thing…it’s dangerous…It can get us arrested, or worse…But Jessie?”

He placed a string paw on my left cheek, using his other to wipe the tears away.

“Do you really love me in that way?” he asked. “Like, in the way you and me shouldn’t?”

Whimpering, I gave a firm nod, then said, “For years. You’re my dad, but…you’re also the man that’s been on my mind forever. You’ve been there for me since Mom died, you gave up your dream job to raise me…You’re the greatest dad anyone could ask for, faults and all.”

He snorted. “Faults and all?”

“Well, you can be a little pushy and such—”

“That’s because I care about you, sonny,” Dad snickered, and I laughed. “And I guess…God, I…never really said this out loud before, but… lately, I have been seeing you in the same kind of light too.”

To add emphasis and weight to his words, Dad boldly shifted himself closer to me until I felt something hot and pulsing press against my own leg. I yelped in aroused excitement, moaning and tail uncontrollably wagging against the chair’s back.

“D-Dad,” I whimpered happily, giddily, “I-Is this real?”

“Jessie…” he breathed. “It is.”

Despite approaching fifty years of age, and in spite of working an office job four or five days of the week, Dad’s exercise routine made him as fit as if he were thirty. He flashed me with a smile. Those earthly heterochromic eyes overflowed with fatherly love as he closed them, kissing me.

The entire world around us fell away. Any resistance in my cock fell away as it became instantly hard and it throbbed with incestuous need. Dad’s was the same. Our clothed dicks rubbed together as our lips moved, our shaking paws grabbed each other, and I eventually let my father feed me his thick, dexterous tongue. It slithered lovingly around, then lathered my tongue as I orally surrendered to him.

It ended too soon for me as we withdrew for air.

“So, what now?” I asked.

“What now?” Dad echoed my question, softly smiling. “We can do plenty of things, Jess. Plenty of things, one of them being the chance to walk away…if you want to.” He inhaled. “You’re young. I’m old. You’re my son and I’m your dad. We haven’t crossed the Rubicon River just yet—”

I immediately pecked his lips. “The die is cast,” was my response. “I love you, Dad. I crossed that damned river the moment you caught me jerking off to an old video of you…”

“Fair enough,” he conceded after a moment.

“So…I’ll ask again,” I repeated with another grin. “What now?”

Dad’s tail slapped against the back of his chair. His cock wiggled against our crotches.

“C’mon,” he whispered in lust, “Let’s get you ready…”

***

I kept telling myself that it had to be a dream. Either I’d hit my head while stumbling from my chair after getting caught by Dad, or I’d just decided to fall asleep on the living room couch. It all felt unreal, having Dad and I in the shower together, making out and blindly cleaning each other, laughing and apprehensive like schoolboys about to do it. We kind of were. Except I was half his age, and he used to be a popular gay porn star.

We stumbled naked and unafraid into the shower stall. When we weren’t making out or laughing at the absurdity of everything, our fingers wandered. Dad groped and tugged at the base of my tail. I did the same with one paw, The other trying to do everything to memorize the hard curves of his glutes and how perfectly solid his abs felt against my thumb. I even boldly grabbed onto his deck to give it a few firm strokes. God, it felt so hot and thick between my greedy digits.

Suddenly, I was incredibly thirsty, and whispered, “Can I…?”

“Go ahead, Sonny,” he replied, beaming down a me as I knelt. “Not for too long though. I wanna save it for you…”

Oh, my fucking God. Not only did he look incredible, but Dad smelled so too.

Nearly ten inches long one hard and as thick as an energy drink, his delicious-looking junk carried the scent of fresh sweat and musky masculinity. It made my eyes roll back in pleasure as I wrapped my drooling lips around his head, pasted that forbidden pre on my buds, then began to swallow him inch by inch. my tongue lathered the underside of that magnificent husky dick as I occasionally clutched his balls and inhaled through my nose without much effort.

Meanwhile, Dad groaned and hissed. He sensually patted my shoulders as I did to his thighs. My heated ears fell in bashfulness from his wordless praises. He scratched behind them between moans, between haggard sighs. He panted before eventually gripping the back of my head and letting me go at my own pace, which I greatly appreciated.

“Ooooh, yeah…” he exhaled happily. “Oh…right there…no gag reflex, eh?” The older husky let out an amused chuckle. “Take it this ain’t your first time?”

I let out a hum in response. Truth be told, I’d lost my oral virginity in junior year, when a jock classmate of mine Learned that I like dude and convinced me to start giving him ‘good luck’ blow jobs before each game. That same classmate would take away my V-card during our senior prom. He would then get his girlfriend pregnant and move to live with her relatives up north.

His card could not compare to my dad’s, however. Taste, texture, and fitness made it much better.

“Alright, son, that’s enough.” He broke my muzzle away from his member and helped me up back to my feet, planting another deep kiss on my muzzle. “Mmm, you taste so salty and sweet.”

I melted back into his lips as I felt that rigid piece of meat press against my stomach. Dad didn’t waste time though and blindly turned the shower on. The warm water did little to distract us from further exploration, though not anally.

At first, I wanted to have him take me in that shower the instant we dropped our clothes and began to rub against each other. Dad compelled me not to do that though. He insisted that I needed to be patient and couldn’t take him unless I was thoroughly washed and ready down under.

“Down under?” I snorted. “Please don’t make an Australian pun, Dad.”

“No promises,” he snickered. “And call men Jim. We’re both adults here…even though you don’t act like one when I tell you to clean up around the house.”

“Oh, fuck you, Dad!” I laughed, and he did too.

“That’s the idea,” he teased. “And please Jess, call me…Jim.”

I gulped, our tail swaying and half-grinning.

“Sure thing…Jim.”

During the shower, we would have a short but frank conversation. Dad mentioned offhandedly about hooking up with men and women whenever his needs came up and he wanted to let off some steam. Occasionally, the meaningless flings would turn into dating for a bit, but it rarely lasted longer than a few months or so, with his focus mostly on raising me. He only really started considering dating again by the time I graduated high school, and those moments were only sporadic and often relied on him getting along easily with another guy or a girl. The way he described it, they were mostly guys.

“Did you…ever do a thing like this?” I asked, very curious to hear the answer. “While you were still doing porn, I mean.”

“Once,” Jim admitted while rinsing out my back and his finger trailing down my spine. “Henry Maverick and his twin brother Sam. They were a couple years older than me and didn’t bother hiding their relationship that much. The studio didn’t want to do anything too risky, so they couldn’t touch each other or kiss each other during our threesome. Last I heard about them, they retired from porn and lives somewhere in Europe. Maybe Amsterdam?”

His palms suddenly grabbed each cheek of my ass. My tail bristled with excitement, and I let out a surprised yip. I did it again when he spread them apart.

“Did you clean back there like I asked?” His voice whispered in my heated ear.

“Yessir,” I whimpered.

“Am I gonna be taking your cherry, son?”

“N-No, sir.”

“Hmmm,” he mused. “Who?”

“Jeremy Blevens,” I swiftly replied, his finger already exploring my hole. “S-Senior prom!”

“Ahhh, I was wondering why you walked home funny that night,” Jim laughed, pulling his finger out and slapping my butt. “Mm, you do feel loose enough. C’mon, Jessie!”

I followed my father with excitement until we burst into his bedroom. Our arms wrapped around each other as we tumbled on top of the mattress and rolled atop the blanket, ravaging each other’s muzzles. We kissed. We moaned together. We do old tongues and traded split. Our erections thrusted and ground together until eventually, his flipped beneath my taint. The leaking tip pecked my sphincter like a lover’s lips, only for Jim to freeze as he grabbed a bottle from the nightstand. It was not quite out of reach for him to grab it with spidery fingers without disengaging from our position—me on my back, legs wrapped around his solid hips, him above me, resisting the urge to let drool drops fall on my face.

Finally, Jim—my goddamn father— effortlessly coded his cock in cold lube and sup the bottle aside. He held me in his powerful arms like I were something fragile.

We inhaled. We exhaled. We grunted. Our muscles flexed under eager touches. His dick pressed forward. Mine curved along the hard abs of his stomach. Our pulsing male members refused to die. He leaned down to nuzzle my neck with his wet nose, inhaling the musk and then licking up my chin until it reached my tender lips once more.

He gently grinned as we locked eyes, his beautiful earthly irises mesmerizing.

“Love you, son,” he murmured, “Jessie.”

“Love you too, Dad,” I answered nervously. “Jim. Now, please…Been waiting for this for so long.”

He distracted me with another kiss, only for it to break away once he popped and then plunged himself inside me. The pain didn’t last long. It easily dissipated and then numbed away into pleasure as Jim experimented with thrusts. His hefty balls slapped against my taint after a while. Our muzzles reconnected yet again, and the next several hours became a blur of entangled limbs and euphoric orgasms.

Jim and I didn’t just have sex; we made rough, forbidden love in that bedroom, the same place my parents no doubt did the exact same thing. And the fact that my dad felt incredibly comfortable railing his son on the same bed she used to sleep in told me just how much he’d loved him. It spoke untold volumes about everything not said, only acted upon between two consenting adults. I’d learn from Jim much later that my mom used to be quite the kinky husky herself, basking in sexual fantasies with her husband throughout their relationship and marriage. Even when she got sick, they would experiment and explore, but not as frequently.

Mom even loved to participate in incestuous role-playing, much to my shock. I guess when you worked in porn, not that many kinks shocked you anymore.

My dad fucked me like a porn star. He held me roughly sometimes, bucking his hips without care for speed once I got comfortable, but mostly cradled me in his bulky arms, using his athletic legs to piston in and out of my tail hole. Every pounding nearly overwhelmed my prostate. Every thrust made the toes of my footpaws spasm.

I praised the name of the Lord so many times, then eventually gasped and moaned out nothing but incoherent whimpers and switched between two names: Jim and Daddy. Sometimes within the same breath, only for Jim’s fatherly tongue to plunge back inside my maw. I relished how it snaked around my slithering tongue and caressed where my tonsils used to be. He’d then pull out and clench his fangs shut, drooling on my nose. My back arched. My tail thrashed against his knees. I could barely hear anything over his deep growls and the sound of our hips repeatedly colliding.

By the time I did spurt all over our close stomachs, he did not slow down. If anything, Jim snarled in my ear and promised me: “We’re just getting started, pup. Want me to continue?”

I let out an indecipherable moan of approval. He then proceeded to keep hilting deeper inside of me. Again, and again and again.

I was so lost in this fantasy-turned-reality, so lost indulging in a taboo, that neither of us bothered to have lunch or dinner until the sun went down. The two of us lay on his bed covered in husky seed and sweat, but neither of us had the energy to even get out of bed for a while. All we could do was hold each other and stare up at the ceiling as we contemplated the choices leading up to our afterglow.

Our sweet, exciting, brilliant afterglow.

“Dad…?”

“Yeah?”

I craned my neck slightly. “Should we order a pizza?”

He patted his stomach when it growled like an engine. “Not a bad idea,” he replied. “But we shouldn’t make it a habit…”

I folded my ear. “The pizza, or…”

“The pizza, Jess,” he laughed. “I meant that we shouldn’t make it a habit of having pizza every time we spend a day having—”

“Mind-blowing and forbidden sex?” I finished for the older husky, who smirked. “You were really good, Jim. Was…Was I good?”

“You were great, son,” he assured me, then leaned over to kiss my cheek and pull me into a tender hug. “Why don’t we make a deal? No more secrets between us, okay? Whatever you want to tell me or what I want to tell you, we’ll say it.”

“In that case…I think you should quit your office job and get back to porn,” I told my father. “I mean, I know you’re no longer working with Studios, but what about OnlyFans? Or a pay wall website? I could even help edit your videos.”

“Hmm…” my dad mulled it over. “Let’s order that pizza first, and then we’ll talk.”

“And shower,” I pointed out.

He chuckled. “Yep, and definitely a shower…”

***

Our lives drastically changed for the better afterwards. I would still sometimes hook up with other men and so would my father, but we would often exchange stories and encounters whenever the two of us didn’t hook up. As much as I wanted it to be more frequent, the two of us still had our responsibilities. I had college classes and my social life to balance while he had to transition from working an office job to making videos again. I helped with much of that, though we did get plenty of assistance and networking help from some of his old colleagues, who were surprised but happy to reconnect with him. Several had even offered to cameo in videos or have him cameo in return, which he happily accepted. I certainly didn’t complain from viewing the final cuts.

True to our promise, Dad—Jim—and I no longer had secrets to hide. Well, except for the incredibly taboo one we shared on a daily basis. Nobody could ever know about the truth behind that secret. It was ours alone, especially from his fan base that returned the minute I eventually brought VanBottomIsBack.com online a few months later.