Birthday Eve
Birthday Eve
"Did you have a good birthday Christopher?"
"Yeah Dave thanks."
"Dave?" David looked down at his son lying in bed, covers pulled up to his chest, arms crossed. Freshly showered, dressed in shirt and boxers, after such a long day David was hoping he could put his son to sleep before too late. "A 'dad' would be nice, or even 'daddy'. You know how mom didn't like you calling us by our names."
"I just like to," Christopher said smiling up at his father. "It makes us seem like friends."
"Well," David said running his paw through his short, frizzled, head fur; freshly showered himself. "We're not just friends; we're blood; that makes us closer than friends."
"Blood?" Christopher asked.
"My blood is in you." David said. "My blood is yours. My blood made yours."
"Really, how?" Christopher asked, he was always interested in things like this. David had an easy time explaining where babies came from three years ago when he had turned ten, now he was thirteen and was asking more and more questions as he got older.
"When I got your mother pregnant with a little part of me you began to grow inside of her," David explained simply, maybe it had become too easy. "A part of me and of your mother, you began to grow and you are half me and half your mother."
"Cool." Christopher mussed, eyes twinkling in the dim light from the hall.
"Cool huh?" David grinned as he stared into his son's amazed face.
"Tell me again what you used to get the piece of yourself into mommy to make me." Christopher pleaded.
"I've already told you that." David said as his face went hot with embarrassment.
"Please."
David sighed; it was his son's birthday. Well, it was Friday, tomorrow would be his true birthday, but Christopher wanted to celebrate it today just so he could get out of school early. He had spent the entire day with Christopher, they had gone to the beach, to the movies, and even to a nice dinner, bought him new clothes and a few toys. It's not every day that a male's son turns thirteen and he had wanted to give him something special.
"Well." David said coming back to reality, trying to think how he could word it even though he had already given his son the talk many times. "We made love and..."
"Dad," Christopher put in. "Don't skip the details."
"Details?" David said taken aback. When his son crossed his arms and gave him a poutful look, David sighed again. "Well, I put my penis into her vagina pushing back and forth until it began to feel good. When a male does that enough its called ejaculation, his penis shoots out sperm and that joins with the female part, that's what made you."
David sighed for a third time, he remembered the first time he had explained this to Christopher. They had taken a shower together, strictly for money saving reasons. Christopher tended to take long showers on his own and at the time they were short on money. Christopher was in awe of his father's swollen sheath, how it looked 'bigger' and 'furrier'. All the attention to his lower region had given him an erection, an innocent erection, but an erection all the same. He had tried to explain it all to him the best he could, Christopher was so interested in the subject that he would ask about it every half a year, it seemed David would have to comply again.
He was a tough bear, a construction worker, building houses and such. Two hundred and sixty pounds of mostly muscle, blanketed with thick, brown fur; he could intimidate people when he had to but when it came to his son he was as soft and as caring at he could be. He would discipline Christopher when he got in trouble at school or with friends but was never a harsh parent, not after his wife had left the two of them alone to pursue a career in fashion modeling. He wasn't sure how he had landed such a hottie, it was genuine, and they had loved each other, for awhile.
So David was left to play the role of mother and father bear in her stead. Luckily he had been able to keep the house with his pay and all the utilities. Regardless of the housing market crashing down, he was still in the business of building houses for the wealthy. The continuing showering with daddy was a custom Christopher had been unwilling to let go of. It had given David the chance to watch his son grow but nothing else, he had thought once puberty hit the cub would become a little bit more self-conscious and start to shower on his own. That wasn't the case. David was even a little worried that he'd be showering with his son until he was ready to go off to college in another six or so years from now.
"Daddy..."
David looked about; all the thinking had made his mind wander. Looking down he noticed his paw was covering his son's privet area above the blanket, squeezing a bit around a thirteen year old erection. Very quickly he pulled away, panicked, and stood.
"I'm sorry Christopher," David said hurriedly. He had taught his son about masturbation and he stressed that it was a thing to do in privet, whether or not he did it in his own time it was evident that Christopher had nearly thought nothing of his father's paw on his penis.
"Why did you stop?" Christopher asked innocently.
"Son, I... I shouldn't have done that." David said, his deep voice sounding higher in his fright over what he had done. Over the three years of showering with his son he had made it a strict rule never to let his son touch him in the wrong way. Of course he would touch Christopher when he dried him off after a shower but never without the millimeter of towel between his paw and his son's body. "We're not supposed to touch each other like that."
"But..." Christopher looked confused.
"No buts," David nearly roared, then returned to a more fatherly tone. "I wasn't thinking" It was the truth. "I was thinking about something else when I did that, it was a mistake. Ok."
Christopher just looked up at his father unsure of what to say. David sat back on the bed, careful to avoid the spot where he knew his son's penis might still be erect.
"It's late; you should go to sleep, alright." David said looking into his son's eyes.
"Ok daddy." Christopher said reluctantly. David couldn't tell if it was disappointment from ending his birthday or something...else.
"Goodnight." David said and bent in to kiss his son on the forehead. Without thinking he breathed in as his nose met his son's fur. He didn't really smell like anything other than the shampoo he had used in the shower, but he smelled something else waft up from further down his body. Parents know their own cub's scents and David knew that it was the smell of excitement. It worried him. With a pat on the chest he stood and walked to the door where he smiled at his son before closing the door, leaving a crack to let a little stream of light cut the darkness of his son's room.
When David made it to the living room he gave a great sigh that could have woken a dead fur; a burly sound that rose from his bearish chest shoot through his muscles. What he had done still rattled his bones, he felt weak and... He looked down at the protruding piece of meat from the fly of his boxers, eight inches of bear-hood throbbing red in the dark lit room. The smell of his own sexual scent hit him heavily, causing the bear to feel tipsy off his own smell. Suddenly it made him wonder if he had had this when he had left his son's room, surely with his son's wild imagination he would have asked why he had it if he had seen it.
"Well this is nothing a few beers can't fix." David thought.
Having firmly settled himself into his armchair in front of the television, beer in paw and remote in the other, David relaxed, putting his sexual thoughts out of his head.
His ex-wife entered his dreams; she was wearing her wedding dress and was on her knees, his cock in her mouth, her long black shining head fur firmly in one of his paws while the other gripped the base of his slimy shaft as he forced it into her mouth. It was their wedding night, and this was his wedding night blow job. Spit dripped down his balls which in turn fell to her uncovered breasts as he pumped his dick into her mouth. A mirror in on the opposite wall revealed that he was naked except for his dress shoes which helped with traction as he worked his penis in and out. He knew he was dreaming, he could do that now because a lot of the dreams he had were from years ago and he never had trouble telling dreams from reality.
When David noticed he was awake he shook, jerking and shuddering suddenly with a strange sensation. When he noticed the paw on his cock he almost thought he was still dreaming but the paw didn't match that of his ex-wife. It was smaller and less experienced; the strangest part was that it was the paw of a cub.
"Daddy, I'm sorry I just wanted to touch it for real."
David looked up and there was his son looking frightened; ears flat and eyes wide in embarrassment, having awoken his father. Christopher had let go of David's cock when he had woken so suddenly, pulled back and buried his paws in his lap like they had been there the whole time.
"Christopher, what..." David began then noticed his eight half inch penis was still sticking up through the fly of his boxer shorts. It was wet, he thought with his son's spit, and covered in thick veins. Hastily he positioned it behind his waistband and under his shirt; the thought horrified him to think that his son's mouth had been on his cock. "What did I tell you about it being wrong to touch each other like this?" He shouted.
"But I just wanted to..."
"I also said no buts," David said firmly and stood and pointed back down the hall with a rigid finger. "Come on, back to bed."
Suddenly David noticed the tears begin to well up in Christopher's eyes, but David was quick to the rescue.
"Son, I'm sorry for yelling." David stood and gently pulled his son to his feet where he placed each paw on his son's shoulders. "But a father and a Son can't act that way, you are also too young to be doing this with someone my age."
Tears started to fall down Christopher's cheeks, and he sobbed in an attempt to apologize.
"Oh son it alright, I'm not mad, I promise." He pulled his son into a hug and held him while he cried.
David's erection wasn't dying and he could feel his son's pressing into his leg. It troubled him; he had never given it thought. If his son was gay he would still love him the same, nothing would change, but the thing that did worry him was if his son was attracted not only to boys but to his own father as well. David remembered being attracted to his friend's mother when he was just a boy himself, the thought of his son being attracted to him, while painful to bear; didn't seem all too strange.
"Come on," David said after awhile. Stepping back arms length he looked into his son's eyes and smiled as fatherly as he could at the moment. "Back to bed then."
Again he gave him the speech about how daddies and son's aren't supposed to touch like that, and again returned to his chair after Christopher had once again been tucked into bed. Only this time it was impossible to fall asleep.
The constant image of his son pulling away replayed in his mind, sometimes in different ways. Sometimes he would take him back to his room and sometimes he would let his son return to his exploration while he watched with a fatherly smile as his son pleasured him. Minutes tuned to hours. One, two, three, four in the morning and David was through his eightieth variation of the situation, cradling a half empty beer in his paw while he ignored his erection sticking out through his fly.
He wasn't sure why he was thinking about it so much, why his son was pleasing him in his thoughts in a way only females had before. He had never looked at a male in a sexual way before so why now was he thinking about his son this way?
As he gulped down the last remnants of his tenth beer David stood and began to pace while the battle continued to rage in his head, his cock bouncing with each step. The question; should he stay where he was or should he venture to his son's room, rouse him from his sleep and give him what he and David both seemed to want. He was rationalizing it, his son had wanted it. He had refused his son but that didn't stop the cub from sneaking in for a quickie while David sat asleep in his chair.
When he was down the hall and outside of his son's doorway, David was still debating weather or not to go through with what he had been thinking about for the last few hours. He almost turned around and went straight to his own bedroom, but after a deep breath he slowly opened the door and entered. Christopher was asleep when he sat down beside him. He watched him for a moment, breathing slowly through his nose; this was probably the last time his son was going to be innocent, that thought made David feel horrible but his body continued to move according to his new sexual desire. He didn't want to think that way but he couldn't help it.
"Christopher." David said placing a paw on his son's chest, shaking him gently. "Christopher, its daddy."
"Daddy?" Came a sleepy voice from the darkness as the cub rubbed his eyes with his paws
David knew then that it was too late to turn back, his son was awake and he was going to give him his offer.
"Is it morning already?" Christopher said blinking through the slight darkness. "It feels like I just fell asleep."
"Um...no it's not morning yet." David grumbled looking away. He felt anxious, like something was about to happen that he truly longed for, only he really hadn't longed for it, until now. It was strange how so suddenly he had gotten these feelings. "But I want to ask you something. Could you sit up for me?"
The face Christopher made while he sat up was peculiar. David thought that it might have looked anxious as well.
As Christopher sat up David stood. He knew that for the past two hours he had not bothered to hide his erection and the only reason his son hadn't seen it yet was because of the angle he had been sitting. When he stood it instantly poked out through the hole in his boxers. It hadn't gone soft since his son had woken him three hours ago and it showed no sign of doing so now.
Christopher's muzzle dropped slightly and David couldn't help but look back and forth from his son's face to his penis, just as shocked that he was doing this himself.
"I wanted to ask you if you still wanted to do what you wanted to do earlier." David said shakily, his voice matched his feelings; nervous and anxious. He took a few steps closer so his legs were touching the bed and his cock was within reach of his son.
Christopher didn't say anything he only reached out and slowly grabbed hold of it as someone would a sword handle.
It was a miracle he didn't bust then, directly in his son's face. He flinched back and clenched his paws; Christopher retracted his own paw and lowered his head in shame; ears almost disappearing as they fell.
"No," David said suddenly to console his son. "It's alright, I just almost came I... ahh look at me talking to my son in that way." The latter was intended for himself. He almost couldn't believe himself when he pulled the waist band of his boxers beyond the reach of his penis and let his underwear drop to the floor. His shirt also went over his head, exposing his muscular upper arms, furry chest and belly. Except in the shower he had never been naked like this before in front of his son, he felt venerable in front of his clothed son.
"Trust me," David said, that 'trust me' put a lump in his throat but he tried his best to smile. He felt the muscles in his large arms twitch from his nervousness. He tried to tense his muscle then relax them to try and stop the twitching but only caused his cock to bounce and drip pre. Christopher giggled.
"See, it's alright." David assured like he was offering candy and not his cock.
He almost regretted taking his clothes off when his son began to copy him first by removing his shirt and then his underwear. The cub wasn't big yet but he was showing signs of his father's huskiness, if he started weight training in a year he would be as big as his father by his senior year in high school. Christopher positioned himself at the edge of his bed after tossing his clothes across the room to his hamper, Thirteen year old erection up at attention.
"That way you don't feel bad because you're the only one naked." Christopher said grinning; he had given this thought. That worried David.
"R-right." David said and took a step closer to his son, nerves rattling in his brain. "Well, I'll just stand here and you can do what you want, alright?"
The boy nodded and once again took hold of his father's cock. It was the strangest thing to watch his son's mouth move in toward his penis, and when it finally touched his lips and tongue David nearly spilled his load again. He wasn't going to last long.
"Use your tongue and make sure your teeth don't touch it."
"Ok daddy."
Again it was strange to hear his son saying 'OK' to something like that.
"Ahhhh." David sighed in pleasure as the bulkier part of his penis entered his son's warm mouth. Christopher was only able to take about half of it before pulling back in a gag reflex. David almost wanted to stop this whole thing then, but his son's smile said that he clearly enjoyed it, how, why? These questions seemed to float around David's mind without answers.
Again Christopher took his father's penis in his mouth and this time didn't gag, remembering where to stop this time. Slowly he began working back and forth, giving the head of David's penis an extra hard suck every fifth or so time. While one of his paws remained on the base of David's cock, David noticed his son's other was quickly jerking his own member. Instincts took over and David placed both grizzly paws on his son's head, gently but firmly enough to guide his son's movements.
"Ahh at a boy," David said with a grin, "Just like that, think you can take all my sperm? It'll be a lot."
Christopher nodded and mumbled an "umm hum" around David's cock.
"You sure?" David asked, "Make sure you breathe through your nose.
Again Christopher nodded and that was all David needed. Three, two, one thrusts, he felt his cock swell with cum as it raced through and finally spilled into his son's mouth, flooding the inside like a fire hose.
Almost instantly Christopher backed away, mouth full to capacity, only to get one last string of his father's cum across the cheek; thick fur soaking up the substance. Christopher hesitated a moment and then smiled and giggled. When Dave saw this he smiled to; taking hold of his cock and milking the remnants from the tip of his spit soaked cock head.
"That was amazing dad" Christopher said enthusiastically. He touched his cheek where the cum had hit him and scraped some of it to his mouth.
"You think so." David said still rubbing his cock; he noticed then that Christopher was too. "You want daddy to take care of that for you?"
The thought just occurred to him, it wasn't like he was sucking another guys dick, it was his sons, and surely he deserved a huge favor in return.
"Really, will you dad?" Christopher beamed in joy.
"Sure." David said getting on his knees in front of his son's bed, Christopher's four in a half inch cock sticking straight up at him. "Just lean back a bit."
Christopher leaned back with his arms propping him up as David stared at his son's protruding cock for a moment before taking hold of it. He had noticed only a month ago that his son was starting to get pubic fur, though it was still too light to see unless he was this close. Even in the dark light of the room he could see and feel the thinker grouping of hair around the base of his son's penis that was longer than the rest sounding.
"Its ok dad, I was nervous too," Christopher said above David, "But it's better once you get started."
David chuckled softly.
"Thanks son." He was taking advice from his thirteen year old son on how to suck a cock, the notion not only disturbed him but brought up a feeling of excitement he never knew he had inside of him.
David pulled his still slack sheath back and forth a few times, feeling just how smooth his son's penis was in comparison to his own. David could barely remember when he had started to masturbate at the age of twelve; he could remember not being able to cum but he had thought his penis had always felt the same.
He stroked it a few more times before slowly licking up the shaft ending with a little suck on the head. Christopher chuckled. Then again he licked, only this time he went down a little bit, about an inch past the head. It was after the fifth lick that he went all the way down on his son's cock. He felt him convulse and moan slightly, it brought about a weird feeling inside David's stomach; he was pleasing his son, sexually. Something he had made sure he never did when he showered with him before this night. He felt bad but at the same time enjoyed the thought.
"Daddy," Christopher said in almost in a moan. "Your whiskers are scratching me."
"Oh, I'm sorry son." David said pausing to look up at his son's face. He noticed that his rougher fur was ribbing on his testicles but the look wasn't discomfort. His son almost looked drunk with the moment. This 'was' his first blowjob.
"It's ok," He said with a grin. "I kinda like the feeling."
"How about if I try this." David said and licked his son's, nearly bare, ball sack with one stroke. Christopher shuddered then giggled.
"Yeah," he said "that feels good."
"And this?" David asked then took both of his son's smooth testicles into his mouth and sucked softly; a trick his ex-wife and done on him numerous times. He remembered how good it had felt that he almost wished he would have asked Christopher to do it to him. Then on a second thought he remembered how furry his own balls were and that Christopher, being only thirteen, wouldn't enjoy it so much.
"Oh my gosh dad this feels so good." Christopher said shakily. "Could...Could I do this to you?"
David let his son's balls drop out of his mouth in surprise.
"Um, ok, when?" David asked, still nervous with this whole situation he was in.
"Is now ok? You know, just real quickly."
"Ok, but I have to tell you," David said getting up to sit on the edge of the bed. "Unlike yours, mine are much furrier so you might not like it too much."
"It's ok daddy, I like how you're really furry."
Christopher leaned in and David leaned back, spreading his legs a bit as his son's tongue met with his sack, but before long he had one testicle in his mouth, sucking at just the right strength before he would switch to the other.
"That's perfect son," David said in pleasure as he rubbed the top of his son's head like how he would if he was proud of something he had done in school. "You're doing it just right."
David thought of his ex, and then of the women in the porno he had watched earlier. He thought of fucking them while one sucked on his nuts. Then the women changed and they became his son. He was fucking his son. His massive cock slipping seamlessly in and out of his son's stretched hole. He couldn't get it out of his head and the image was burned into his eyelids.
When he came to he was hard again and his son was working on his cock once more.
"Do you want to do me some more, dad?" Christopher asked sitting up right again so he was looking sideways at his father.
"Sure." David said, strangely eager now to return to his son's cock. "But let's get back into a better position."
David had Christopher lay back on his pillow with his knees up so he could get at his son's penis without lying on his legs.
For a second time he took his son's penis into his mouth and began to work his head up and down, his lips running tightly over the shaft. Occasionally he would look up at his son's face, he would move it side to side in pleasure, his paws on his own head or gripping the sheets underneath him. It was when David decided to run his free paw over his son's smooth fur on his stomach and up his chest that Christopher placed his own paw on top of his father's head, pushing down slightly every time David went down on him.
"Is this alright daddy?" Christopher asked taking his father's head in both of his paws.
"Of course." David said momentarily letting his son's cock slip from his mouth so that it slapped his belly. "If it feels good doing it, than I don't mind."
David was now beyond worrying about what he was doing, it was mutual. Still, he was his father and they were apart by nineteen years, red flags had shot up everywhere. But he had had his son perform oral sex on him, something he had apparently, desperately needed. Now he just wanted to return the favor. He had never thought he would ever suck a dick, but it was his son's and for some reason that made it ok in his mind.
David sped up, to increase Christopher's pleasure, mainly to make him cum quicker because he had made him cum pretty fast, plus his tongue and neck were already getting sore.
"D-Daddy it feels s-s-so good." Christopher moaned a little while clamping his legs together around his father's head but not enough to slow the process.
David worked as fast as he could, he knew his son was close to climaxing but the thought never occurred to him whether or not his son could cum. David hastily tried to think how old he was when he first started to cum. David thought his son masturbated but was never around, for obvious reasons, to find out if he could cum or not, nor had he ever asked.
David reached up and took hold of one of Christopher's paws and held on to it. He wasn't sure why he did it but it just felt right. Sort of like a comfort thing, holding his son's paw as he came.
Except for the sudden twitch his son made, David had no warning when the warm substance filled his mouth. At first he didn't realize it, but when Christopher let out a great sigh David knew he had just came and to his surprise was still coming.
David tried to swallow it, most of it went down but some seeped out between his lips and ran down his son's cock. It tasted odd, but not bad, having been the first time tasting someone else's cum. On occasion he would eat his only when he didn't have anything to clean up with. His own cum didn't taste like anything to him. His ex said his tasted sweet sometimes but David never tasted anything. His son's cum was a different story. At first he thought bitter, but as he swallowed, it tasted sweet and somewhat spicy, and by the time it was gone he decided that it was a good taste and proceeded to lick up the remnants that had trickled down onto Christopher's testicles.
"Ahh daddy, your whiskers." Christopher sighed, clearly exhausted but satisfied by the look he gave his father when David finally looked up.
"How was that?" David asked smiling.
"It was awesome." Christopher exclaimed loudly sitting up slightly with one arm propping him up.
"Awesome ehh?" David grinned, sitting up himself. "Well I'm glad it was awesome."
"Daddy."
"Yeah?"
"Can we try one more thing?"
David lowered his eyebrows but not in an upset way, after all they had done, what was one more thing.
"Well," Christopher said sitting up the rest of the way and moved closer to his father so that they were merely inches away from one another. "I thought we could do this."
Christopher reached up and kissed his father on the mouth. Only the lips at first but it was David who opened his mouth and let his son's tongue enter. After a few second's David was kissing back, his tongue slipping in and out of his son's mouth. He felt Christopher's paw slowly inch up his side until it came to rest on the right side of David's chest where he played with his chest fur. Minutes passed and when they finally broke apart a string of saliva connected them until David wiped his mouth with the back of his paw and grinned.
"Thank you daddy," Christopher said looking down at his, now soft, cock. "This was the best birthday ever. Can we do this again next year, or even sooner?"
David thought for a moment, he figured that once this was over he was going to feel awful but it had passed and he was still content with the idea. If they were going to do this again he had to make sure that Christopher knew that it wasn't a thing that a lot of people looked very highly upon.
"I don't see why not." David began, Christopher lit up with such joy that David almost left it at that, but he knew he had to. "But all those things I told you about it being bad for a father and son to do these kinds of things are all still true. Do you understand?"
Christopher nodded slowly.
"If anyone found out that we did this kind of thing I would get in a lot of trouble by the police and you would get taken away from me. You can't tell anyone else even if you think they won't mind. Is that clear?"
Christopher looked somber but he nodded in understanding.
"Good." David said and stood, retrieving his boxer shorts from the floor. After he had pulled them on he turned to Christopher and gave him a loving grin. "Now, do you want to put on your underwear and help me make an early breakfast?"
Christopher's face lit up like a flame and was instantly up on his feet.
"Couldn't I just stay like this?" Christopher asked. "I like being naked around you."
That comment almost confirmed his son's attraction to him, if his son liked being naked around him then it surely meant he was gay. Then again David slowly realized he liked being naked around the cub too, but he wasn't gay. It was a little too much to think about at the moment so he pushed it aside.
"Not if you want to help cook." David said pulling his shirt over his head.
"Awwww." Christopher sighed and started to look for his clothes.
"Ok, how about this." David said pulling down his boxers for a second time; he never thought he'd ever say something like this. "You have to at least wear a shirt."
Christopher beamed and hastily pulled on an undershirt from his dresser.
Light was already beginning to creep across the sky when the two finally sat down to eat the pancakes they had made. Christopher, whether on purpose or not, got syrup on his penis and insisted that his father lick it off. David simply complied; murring as he sucked up the sweetness.
"Happy Birthday Christopher." David said after they had both done the dishes. Again Christopher had gotten water splashed on his shirt just for an excuse to be entirely naked so his father had shrugged and joined him as they finished the dishes nude. "I hope it was a good one."
"It was a good one daddy," Christopher hugged his father around the middle, he was hard again, they both were. David knew where this was going, it was going to end up with the two of them in the shower or his bed, even the couch in the living room seemed accommodating. "It really was."