{"sf1_id":1185938,"sf2_id":"ynZBJpwn","title":"The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.3)","author":"Agrius","words":785,"posted_at":"2017-05-27T20:31:00.000Z","tags":["Age Play","Cuddling","Father/son roleplay","Finnick","Kissing","M/M","Nick Wilde","Zootopia","intimacy"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1185938-the-safeword-is-papa-ch-3","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZBJpwn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a3/d5/a3d504cc-926c-48c9-bed0-d8162cc70301","description":"#3 of The Safeword is 'Papa'","content":"Rain hammered the sheet metal roof of my van. I could not sleep, and after three glass bottles of Starbucks® vanilla-flavored Frappuccino® chugged in rapid succession I had become a living conduit of impotence and pent-up homosexual rage.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI wanted to fuck something. But I wasn't sure what.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFor a brief moment, I thought, maybe a girl would fit the bill. But that ship has long-since sailed, hasn't it Finnick my good fox? Oh yes, most definitely. Occupying it's dock in port now is a long phallic submarine, painted an obnoxious pink and positively _turgid_ with seamen. Chiseled seamen kissing eachother on the mouth beneath the gusting signal flags, rubbing cocoa butter all over their washboard abs.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI have no idea what I'm talking about.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI stared up at the leaking roof of my van, digging my Skull Candies further down into my ears as I struggled to think through angry metal.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDo I find him attractive? I dunno. I can see where someone else might. He's got a broad smile, if you're into that sort of thing. Bright eyes. Thick orange fur that just... swallows you up... like a warm tide beneath a Hawaiian sunset, making you feel safe and protected and at peace with yourself, and -\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy half-closed eyelids shot open. As I daydreamed, my paw had been making a beeline down my belly en route to my lap. \"FUCK! Are you serious?!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI considered giving him a call. It wasn't Friday - _our_ day. What snarky thing would he say if he rolled over on his cot and read the LED numbers spelling my desperation?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnother Starbucks® vanilla-flavored Frappuccino® later, I was too crazed to care. I dialed the little cockbag's number.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt rang.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOnce... twice... three times... five times... _seven_...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"B'wuh?\" someone gurgled from the other end.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAt that moment, I realized I hadn't thought about what I might say. I didn't even know what I wanted! Did I want to do the Papa/Fin thing? Did I want him to hold me, spank me, take me to dinner, pin me to the wall of a dirty outhouse and fuck me senseless? **WHAT?**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter an interminable silence, I settled on the first thing that came to my mind...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Get a job, you Commie!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n... and then hung up the phone.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNot fifteen seconds later, as I lay curled in the fetal position, my phone rang against my belly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy fingers shook as I swiped the green icon. \"Yeah?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You know I have caller ID on my phone, right? Just like every other person on planet earth these days? Right?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy throat felt impossibly dry. \"Leave me alone.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Dude, _y__ou called me!_\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI curled tighter around the phone. \"Shut up. I don't know. Shut up.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI could hear the mattress shift beneath him as he sat up. \"Uh-huh. So what's going on? Looking to get a head start on our little weekend ritual?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I don't have any money,\" I said. Which was true. Between the mob, loan sharks and a fairly insistent drinking problem, I barely broke even at the end of each week.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Do you wanna just hang out then?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI chewed the corner of my pillow. \"I... don't know. I want... I don't know _what_ I want.\" I pinched the bridge of my nose, sighing. \"I don't know why I called you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hmm...\" I could practically hear the corners of his mouth turning up. \"Well... how 'bout this. Papa and Fin have a few more days before their next meet-up. So... howzabout I make my way over there... we put on an old John Wu movie... smoke some weed... and just hang out. Free of charge. Just bros being bros. Sound like a plan?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI was curled so tightly around my phone, I must have looked like an over-boiled shrimp from above. \"Y-yeah. I mean... whatever. Come or don't. I don't care.\" _Please come. Please come._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Dope. See you in twenty.\" The phone went dead.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI stared in disbelief at the stark white screen as my caffeine-riddled mind had every thought imaginable.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Are we really gonna chill? Or, like... \"Netflix and Chill\"?_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIs he gonna spend the night?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Why the FUCK did I call him?!_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_I wonder if his tongue can fit in my mouth._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Fuck ~ STOP! That's gay!_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Well maybe I'm gay! I don't fucking know!_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThis went on for quite a while. So long, in fact, that before I knew it there came a soggy knock at my van's back door.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"The Safeword is 'Papa'","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1185936-the-safeword-is-papa-ch-2.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1185942-the-safeword-is-papa-ch-4.json"}}