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Chapter four

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Four hours, a half dozen painful joint manipulations, and two x-ray's later we are finally on our way home from the hospital, my ankle sprained but not broken. The small white mouse doctor whose name I can't even begin to pronounce having given me strict instructions to keep off of my right ankle as much as I possibly could over the next week. Dad's driving, he was the only one who came to my soccer game today. Mom and Aaron are at Aunt Karen's wedding on the other side of the state. They won't be back till Sunday night. This isn't how I planned to spend my weekend, course I doubt that dad expected to be taking me to the emergency room today either.

I sit with my forehead leaning against the cool glass of the window, listening to the rain softly tapping on the roof of the car. The pain meds have made me feel a little odd, kinda like I'm hovering an inch or so off the car seat. I don't like the feeling but it does help with the pain in my ankle so I can't complain too much about them. I can feel dad look over at me from time to time, probably trying to see if I've fallen asleep or not.

"You doing okay over there kiddo?" His voice is deep and I can tell he's concerned, the ER doc warned him I might get a little loopy because the pain meds were strong.

"I'm okay, just a little sleepy." I smile half heartedly to try to convince him that I'm fine. In all honesty I don't feel too bad just a little tired and kinda foggy in the head.

The trip from the emergency room to back home only takes twenty minutes or so but it feels like a lot longer. The gentle rolling of the car over familiar bumpy streets lulling me into deeper relaxation. By the time we pull up into the driveway I'm nearly asleep, fogging the car window with puffs of steady breath as I lean my forehead against it. Dad puts it in park and cuts the engine.

"I'll come around your side and help you get out kiddo." I nod and pull the handle to swing my door open, waiting for him to walk around. The rain has picked up into a steady trickle, a real grey depressing fall day. Not that it matters much, I'm still wearing my soaked soccer uniform. Not to mention all the mud caked into my fur from when I slid and fell on the muddy field, my ankle getting caught under me at an awkward angle. Dad makes his way around to my open door and bends down to catch me under the arm with his strong paws. He helps me stand, nearly lifting me up off the ground. I'm a good six inches shorter than his six foot height so it's a little difficult for him to help me, he has to bend some to support my weight on the right side.

We make our way to the porch slowly, me trying to keep from putting too much weight on my sore ankle, him nearly lifting me off balance as he tries to help with it. We make it up the stairs a little easier with the use of the porch railing, I lean against it as he opens the door and then comes back for me. Inside it's nice and comfortably warm after the damp chill of the rain outside. I lean against the wall waiting as dad locks the front door and comes back around the corner to me.

"We really need to get you in the shower before you get into bed." Dad says looking up and down my mud soaked uniform and legs. I can feel the dried mud pulling at my short fur. A nice hot shower sounds like the best idea I've heard all day.

"That sounds really good right now." I chuckle softly and then turn to look at the stairs leading up to both the shower and my bedroom, unable to stop a whining groan from working its way out of my throat. Dad chuckles softly beside me and I feel his big paw rub the back of my shoulders gently.

"You want me to carry you up Jamie?" He chuckles softly in his deep baritone but when I turn and look at him I can tell he was serious and not just making fun of me. I look back over at the stairs, the idea of hopping and straining to get up them seems like a daunting painful task. Grimacing I look back at him trying not to seem pathetic when I reply.

"Just this first time?" I can't completely get the whine out of my voice as I ask for his help. I feel like a cub again asking to be picked up and carried on his shoulders.

"No problem kiddo." He smiles and chuckles moving up close beside me. "Just let me pick you up, try to hold still." He hooks one big arm behind my knees and the other braces at the middle of my back. It's easy for him honestly, surprisingly easy, to heft me up off the ground into his arms. I'm five foot six and weigh a buck thirty, but he lifts me up and holds me against his strong chest like I'm still a five year old. I lean into him, feeling bad that my muddy fur and uniform are getting his white polo shirt and jeans all dirty. He doesn't seem to give it a thought as he walks carefully up the stairs, watching closely to avoid smacking my injured ankle on the banister.

It's a bit of a bumpy ride but he manages to keep from banging my head against the wall or my feet against the banister. When we reach the top of the steps he turns slowly, I expect him to put me down but he doesn't until we reach the bathroom door. He does so slow and carefully, making sure I have my feet under me before he lets go. We're standing right outside the bathroom, he pushes the door open and takes hold of my right arm to help me in.

"Have a seat." He says as he drops the lid of the toilet closed, the white porcelain encased in a deep red soft yarn cover. I do as I'm told while he moves over to the shower drawing back the curtain, turning on the tap and starting to adjust the temperature. He turns the tap to make it warmer, reaching his paw out to hold it under the flow of water, testing it. He makes it a bit warmer and checks again before he's satisfied.

"Alright kiddo lets get you undressed." I snap my eyes up to his face, already feeling my cheeks starting to burn with blush.

"I think I can get undressed and shower on my own dad." I try to keep my voice calm as a rush of feelings race through my head. The idea of being naked in front of him again making my pulse flutter, the inside of my ears burning with heat, and my stomach dancing with butterflies.

"Your mother is already gonna be pissed I didn't call to tell her about your ankle. She would kill me if you slip and fall in the shower'n bust your head because I let you go in alone hobbling on one leg drowsy cause of pain meds!" He's using his dad tone, that one that says "I'm the parent" which doesn't leave room for further discussion. Sighing I nod rolling my eyes a bit.

"Fine...I just wanna get this mud out of my fur." I whine almost pathetically as I look up at him. He chuckles giving me a look that tells me he can sympathize with how I feel. I notice the mud smeared on the front of his white polo shirt, feeling bad about it but there's nothing that can be done about it now.

"Yeah you look like you did that time when you were four. Remember that? You decided you wouldn't get in trouble for playing in the mud if you didn't get your clothes dirty." His handsome face is shining with a grin as he chuckles. I remember the incident, I'm just thankful that there aren't any pictures or videos to bring out to embarrass me at family functions.

"You and mom never let me forget." I roll my eyes and can't help but chuckle a bit myself.

"You stripped butt ass nekkid and dove head first into that huge mud puddle. Absolutely covered head to toe, you looked like some kind of bog monster. But you didn't get a bit of it on your clothes." He can't hold in the laugh, a deep rolling sound that makes his chest heave and his eyes scrunch up with his smile.

"I'm just glad you didn't have any film for the camera or I'd never be able to show my face at the family reunion again." I can't stop myself from laughing along with him. We share the moment for a while longer before he looks back over at the steaming tub.

"Alright kiddo, get that filthy uniform off." His voice is hard to read, maybe it was the back noise of the running water, but it almost sounded...excited. I nod at him, I guess I'm not gonna get out of this. Gripping the bottom of my damp mud streaked jersey I pull it up and over my head, struggling a bit to peel it off my back fur. I drop it with a wet plop onto the tiled floor beside me. Standing up slowly my paws grip the waist band of my shorts and start to push them down.

"Wait, let me help. It'll be hard to get them off your feet without putting too much weight on that ankle." He says, I look up at him about to protest. Before I can say anything he's dropping to his knees in front of me, my eyes pop open wide in surprise. There he is right in front of me kneeling, like so many lurid dreams I've woke up from hard enough to drive nails with my boner. "Hold onto my shoulders for balance and put your weight on them when you lift your good foot." He instructs in an even tone.

Before I really know what's going on I have my paws pressing into his shoulders on either side and he's gripped the waistline of my shorts starting to slide them down. I don't notice at first but he's also tugging down my underwear with them. They scrape down my thighs exposing my creamy tan sheath and sac to the cool air. I do as he says pressing my paws into his shoulders while lifting my injured right ankle so he can carefully pull the soiled shorts and underwear off. Then taking a deep breath I lean forward a bit more putting weight onto his strong broad shoulders as I lift my good foot up. Pain lances into my sprained ankle, I can't hold in a sharp gasp. He works quick but not quick enough for me to be able to ignore the fact that his face is only inches from my bare groin, which I know has to be musky with sweat from the game earlier.

Thankfully its over fast, he deposits the muddy clothes to the side with my shirt. Sitting back onto the toilet a little groan of pain and embarrassment bubbles up from the pit of my stomach. I try to close my legs to hide my sheath, hoping beyond hope that it hasn't swelled up in arousal. Dad notices my attempt at covering myself chuckling a bit looking over at me shaking his head.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before kiddo." He snickers trying to make me feel less embarrassed. Looking back up at him I nod slowly.

"Yeah, yeah I know." I try not to act so concerned but it's hard to ignore when concentrating on not getting a boner.

I don't have to try to distract myself for long though. To my shock dad pulls off his polo shirt, freeing the hem from his dark jeans to drag it up over his head. His bare chest and torso are a sight to behold, thick hard muscles, a deep auburn treasure trail running from the front of his jeans right up his abs and chest meeting his lush mane. He must not notice the shock on my face because he reaches for the belt holding up his slacks and undoes it.

"Dad! What the hell?" I blurt out, unable to stop myself. He snaps his gaze in my direction, his paws halting for a moment.

"What? I already told you there's no way I'm letting you go in there alone." He says it matter of factly like it was already a forgone conclusion that he was going to shower with me. Popping the button on his pants he pulls the zipper open before pushing them down and fluidly kicking them off to the side, he's left standing in his white briefs. Moving to the side of the tub again, he tests the water one more time.

"Alright, I'll help you in." He holds out a paw to me. I look from his face down to his briefs, which are still in place, then slowly back up to his face quirking a brow.

"You're gonna shower with your underwear on?" I ask looking suspiciously at him. "Doesn't seem fair, if I gotta do it naked so do you." His eyebrows raise up slowly, paws dropping to rest on his hips as he stares at me. "It's not like I haven't seen it before." I echo his words back at him just to needle him a bit more. It earns a snort and a chuckle from him.

"Smart ass." He says it with a shake of his head and a playful wag of his tail. "But I guess you come by that honestly." He sighs hooking his thumbs into the elastic of his briefs pushing them down, bending at the waist as he does. I watch, my breath hitched in my chest, I hadn't thought he would actually do it. Before I know it he's stepped out of them, wadded them up and tossed them on the pile of his other clothes. There he is completely naked, tall and built, the ebony skin of his flaccid member standing out against his tawny thigh fur, large full scrotum tucked underneath.

"There. Now you ready to get in?" He asks with a little smirk on his lips as I sit there with my jaw hanging open a bit. I jump a bit, nodding, before reaching out to grip his paw. He helps me up to my feet, shuffling over to the edge of the tub. I have to lean against him some, feeling his warm bare fur against mine, the firmness of his muscles as I lift my good foot up and into the tub first. I step in and lean against the wall, he steps in behind me closing the curtain. For a moment I just stand there, unable to really believe we're naked together in the shower. Taking a deep breath I have to focus on not allowing myself to get a boner, I feel the familiar stirring as blood starts to rush to my groin, sheath getting tighter around my engorging shaft.

"You gonna turn on the water kiddo?" Dad asks softly behind me. I turn my head to look back at him, he points to the tap.

"Oh...right. Yeah." I feel the blush burning my cheeks and hope it doesn't show through my fur. Reaching over I bend a bit to pull the lever that turns on the shower. There's a sound of rushing water, then a blast of ice cold hits me full on, I yelp shuddering trying to keep my balance. Dad's large paws grip my sides helping to keep me standing as the water goes from frigid to steamy hot. I relax slowly and laugh a bit, I hear dads own deep baritone chuckle behind me.

"Whoops haha forgot that first sputter from the shower is always freezing. Sorry kiddo I should have stood in front of you." He chuckles softly, slowly letting go of my sides as the steam starts to rise from the floor of the tub. Just like that the tension is broken and this doesn't seem so awkward or scary anymore. It's just dad helping make sure I'm safe.

"It's alright, I forgot about it to." I smile softly leaning into the water, letting out a rumbling groan as the heat soaks into my fur, the stream matting it down against my body. It feels amazing, starting to break up the clumps of dried mud and loosening their hold of my leg fur. I slowly turn in place, keeping one paw pressed against the wall for support, getting all of my fur soaking wet. As I turn toward dad I see him smiling, he chuckles softly.

"Nothing like a good hot shower when you're filthy, is there?" He asks with a bit of a purr. He doesn't shy away about watching me. He's standing at the back end of the tub to let me have the full spray of the shower. It has to be kinda chilly, the warm steam making his fur damp but not having the showers water to keep him warm. I can see the ebony skin of his nipples, they're firm and poking a bit through his sandy colored fur. I smile slowly nodding in reply to him.

I make a full turn and face back into the stream of hot water, slowly tilting my head down letting my blonde head fur get thoroughly soaked. The water rolling over my shoulders feels amazing. The heat and steam make my already some what floaty head swim even more. For a brief moment I feel like I could just fall asleep right there standing in the shower. My head starts to lean further and further forward, my eyes closing slowly. The feeling of a big paw gripping and kneading my shoulder makes me open my eyes again, straightening up to stand fully again.

"Pass me the shampoo kiddo, I'll give you a hand." Dad's voice is steady and even, a soft soothing purr just behind me. I don't think twice as I reach over to the wall shelf grasping the bottle of shampoo to hand it back over my shoulder. A second latter I hear the pop of it being opened, the scent reaches my nose shortly after. The slick sound of dad rubbing it between his paws comes just before his voice. "Just close your eyes so I don't get soap in em." I do as I'm told feeling like a cub at bath time again.

His paws start at my head fur, working his fingers into my hair to lather it up. I can't lie it feels pretty good having someone else do it for you. The warm moist air fills with the floral smell of the shampoo. His fingers work along my scalp and then down my neck, kneading muscles that I didn't know were sore. Those strong paws move down onto my shoulders using more pressure there to work into the muscles. Then they roll onto my arms, trying to soap up every bit of dirty fur. He tells me to lean forward and rinse off what he's done already so the soap doesn't start to dry in my fur. I do, it feels awesome.

He squirts some more shampoo into his palm, working it up into a lather again before starting on my back. Those rolling fingers digging into the muscles there along my shoulder blades then start moving down my spine. I can't stop a deep purr from rising up inside of me, vibrating my chest. I'm sure he can feel it as well, his deep bass chuckle rumbles behind me making a smile creep up onto my lips. My tail curls lazily, water dripping from the sandy blonde tuft of fur at the end down onto his feet, brushing his ankles. I realize how close behind me he must be, that makes me think of how close his bare groin has to be to my back. I feel heat spreading in my sheath, I try to fight it.

His paws keep working down my back, following the curve of my spine slowly progressing toward my waist. His paws are right above my hips but they don't stop, they roll right down onto my rump and my eyes pop open as his fingers knead there for a moment before he lets go, giving my hip a little pat.

"Rinse off again kiddo." His words are a sensual murmur not far from my ear. I try not to freak out, telling myself I'm imagining it, he's just being thorough. Leaning forward I let the water run down my back, his paws join in and comb through my fur helping to rinse it out thoroughly. He gets another pawful of shampoo tostart on my legs, the worst part of my fur, there's still some stubborn mud clinging determinedly. He must be kneeling behind me to reach them, both paws working into the fur of my left thigh. Those paws work slowly around my upper leg, making me jump a bit when they touch the sensitive inside of my thigh.

It's insufferable, the sensation of his paw pads kneading and dragging through the fur along my inner thigh. It sends jolts of sensation right into my groin, his fingers inches from my hanging sac. They move down my legs away from that center of pleasure, but it doesn't make the very obvious swelling in my sheath go away. Down my calf all the way to my foot he works the soap in before switching to the other leg. I go through the hell all over, trying to bite my inner cheek to ignore the pleasurable feelings, focusing instead on that self inflicted pain. It doesn't work.

By the time his paws reach my right knee I can feel my sheath peeling back to expose my dark dusky barbed tip, the feel of the warm water running over it makes me shiver. His paws diligently work down my right leg, becoming extremely careful and gentle when they near my injured ankle. He softly brushes over the tender area, paw pads given the ghost of sensation as his gentle touch soothes the aching area. When he pulls back to tell me to rinse again I shiver, doing what I'm told, praying that my erection will go away before we step out of the shower.

To my surprise I hear him getting another load of shampoo worked between his paws. Cocking my head to the side slowly I look back at him, ear swiveled back toward him. He's standing there smiling as he works up a frothy lather between his paws, having managed to get soap saturated into his thick auburn treasure trail making it a matted sudsy mess. I almost don't notice right away, but when my eyes catch sight its like being blasted by lightening. I wrench my head back facing the wall in front of me. My sheath throbs as what I saw sinks in, dad's ebony member standing up tall and proud, hard as a rock. I hear a soft gravelly purr behind me just before his arms wrap around me.

I stand up straight, tensing rigid as his paws move to press into my chest and start to work the shampoo into the fur there. He's closer behind me, a soft purr vibrating the air next to my ear. Breath comes in fast sharp intakes. I can't move. I don't know what to do. My thoughts careen back to laying on the bed next to him, watching him pump his hips thrusting up into the flesh light. But that was just watching, this...this is much more. Some how it feels like a whole other level. His paws move down, time seems to be so much slower than normal, I can feel his fingers caressing the suds along my flat belly. They leave little trails of burning sensation wherever he touches.

This can't possibly be happening, I have to have fallen asleep, this is a dream brought on by the pain meds. Some kind of fugue state from the drugs. We learned all about them in psychology class. As his sizable paws move lower he leans in close to me, his chest pressing against my back, I hear his purr deep and resonant. His arms wrap tighter, holding me against him, finger tips dip gradually along the outside of my hips before they glide inward to the creases of my groin. They meet at my sheath and I gasp in a breath letting it out as a choked moan while those same fingers slowly roll over my stiff cock, gripping me in his soap slick paw. He nuzzles against the side of my neck gently, holding me there like that, purring with a pawful of my ebony erection.

"Shhh." He utters just above a whisper against my ear, making a shudder roll down my spine. "Relax kiddo...let dad help you forget about that ankle for a little while." His breath tickles the inside of my ear making it twitch back and forth. His paw wrapped around my length clasps gradually tighter, his other paw starting travel up and down my belly dragging through the shorter fur there. His chest is pressed firmly into my back now, thick biceps rubbing at my sides, it feels like I'm enveloped in his strong frame. Languidly I lean back into him, feeling his deep purr as much as I hear it now.

"There ya go." He gently nuzzles the side of my neck, still just holding me in his arms pressed back against him. Tortuously slow his paw wrapped firmly around my aching member begins to move, sliding up the curve of my shaft. His fingers inch up my length, I feel him start to roll and drag his thumb over the barbed head of my cock. It's like lightening down my shaft having those sensitive little nubs ground against with his soap slick finger pad. A shuddering breath fills my lungs, leaving me as a quaking moan. He rumbles out a low purr against my neck, dipping his muzzle in to press soft kisses there, making me burn with blush.

He keeps the incessant teasing going, lazily stroking a few times then rubbing his thumb along my sensitive barbs, sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing up my shaft. I start to pant, unable to keep the moans from issuing from my open maw as he teases me. His deep purr tickles my neck as he starts to lick along it down to the crook of my shoulder where his teeth nip a bit roughly. I can feel his deep rolling breaths, his taught abs tense and relax as he huffs hot breath against me.

His paw starts to move faster, he's given up on attacking my barbs now, letting his fingers roll pleasingly up over them on each stroke. It could have been minutes it could have been hours, I really can't say how long we were pressed together there in the shower. He coaxes me to lean forward to brace my paws against the wall at the front of the shower. In this position he presses in tight helping steady me. It has the added effect of pushing his thick prick against my lower back as he wraps his arms around me tight. He feels so huge against me, I can feel how hard he is, how thick and long his uncut member is really. My tail flicks lightly curling, circling loosely around his calf.

"Feel good kiddo?" His voice sounds deeper somehow, husky, like rolling thunder against my ear.

"Mmmhmm..." Is all the reply I can manage in my pleasure addled stupor.

"That's my boy." He says with a playful smile in his voice. His paw not stationed on my shaft moves up gently tipping my chin back till I'm looking up at him. His smile is warm and gentle, his eyes half lidded as he looks back at me. The meaty paw along my shaft begins to twist as it pumps, flowing along the curve of my shaft, making his fingers smoothly tighten at different angles along my length. I gasp letting out a loud moan that reverberates off the shower tiles around us. Dad chooses this moment to dip his head down to push his lips into mine. It happens so fast, one moments he's smiling down at me the next our mouths are together and I'm absorbed into the feel of those large warm silky lips pressed to mine. My body quakes from the rush and heady pleasure of this new unfamiliar sensation.

He holds me there locked in this position, not pushing down into the kiss anymore than when he started it, just grazing his lips against mine. Time feels like it's stopped again, there's so much happening that I don't know if I can process it all. It feels like an explosion is going off in my chest, heart hammering against my ribs, cock throbbing so hard that I involuntarily thrust my hips into his paw. His whiskers brush mine, I can't stop myself from pushing up into his lips. Letting out a quiet deep moan, that tickles my lips with the vibration, he gently pushes back into the kiss.

I dig my fingers into his arm wrapped around my chest, using it to keep myself steady on my feet, while leaning back against him. The girth of his pole grinds into my back as he holds his muzzle locked firmly with mine. The angle of the kiss is a bit awkward, my head leaned back pretty far to allow our muzzles to meet, our lips don't exactly lock like their supposed to. It doesn't really matter though. The kiss is warm and deep, I shudder feeling his lips part allowing his tongue tip to flick against my lips. My hips twitch with the sensation of his paw still undulate along my steely erection, throbbing and certainly leaking pre onto his soap slick digits.

His tongue wiggles between my lips, I open them to let in his slick rough mouth organ. Dad slowly curls and rubs his tongue along my lips, its tip sliding teasingly along the roof of my mouth. He tastes a bit sweet as his tongue starts to caress along my own rough feline tongue. I don't really know what to do, this is my first French kiss, so I just try to mirror what he does. I lick back at his tongue, dragging the tip of mine against the silky smooth underside of his exploring tongue. I can't hold in the moans racing from the depths of my being in ragged pants, muscles flexing with the arching throbs pulsing along my shaft up my spine and from my lips down to the pit of my stomach. It's like I'm burning from both poles of my body.

The pressures starts building just beneath my navel, tawny sack starting to draw up tight against the peeled back sheath above it. My shaft aches with the sensation of his paw steadily gliding along it, sending shocks of electricity across burning nerves each time his paw travels over worked up barbs. I huff in breath through my nose as he keeps our muzzles mashed together in such sweet wet heat, tongues starting to fight for dominance. Slowly dad pulls back from the kiss, my eyes opening to look up at him, panting for breath. I can seen his cheeks are red even through his fur, the inside of his ears giving it away much more clearly.

"Getting close baby?" His voice is rougher, like stones rolling down a mountainside, it sets my nerves on fire to hear him that worked up.

"Y...yeah..." Is all I can gasp out through the feeling of electricity buzzing like a live wire along my tense frame.

"Good." His deep voice tickles the shell of my ear, his arms tightening around me while he keeps pumping my shaft in rough surges. His other paw drifts down my torso to zero in on my groin as well. It traces over my thigh coming up to cup my tightly drawn sac, gently squeezing around my ready to burst orbs. That sensations pull a hard eruption of moans from my throat, a deep throaty chuckle rumbles from him in response.

"Did I find a sensitive spot." His soft laugh is an evil mocking sound. His fingers circle around to pull at my orbs, making my hips buck up hard into his stroking paw. It's torture all over again, his paws working my shaft and balls at the same time. Finger tips start to brush, tickling at the back of my sac, moving farther up to graze along my taint. The travel farther and farther till with a jolt I feel the softest trace over my pucker. My tail clamps down at that sensation making me gasp and tense up. That finger pulls back slowly but keeps ghosting along my taint until his thick digits are cradling my orbs again.

I lose myself in the sensations, all track of time given up. The only thing that filters through my haze is his touch and the growing smell of our mingled musk. He's kissing my neck again, I feel every muscle in my body drawing tight, so much energy building up I might burst into flames with the heat of it. My world has narrowed down to a single point, his touch and his voice. He's talking softly to me, right against my ear, whispering to me.

"That's it...relax James...relax and let it happen." His breath is hot against my cheek as he whispers. "I got you kiddo...dad's got you..." His paw works roughly, pumping, twisting, slick with a foamy lather of soap making my cock strain and throb. "There you go....don't hold back Jamie...cum for me."

His words are like pulling a trigger inside me. It happens that fast. Muscles lock down like vices, making me arch my back and press into him all the harder. My legs shake and I feel like I'm going to come crashing down. His strong arm lifts from my taught orbs wrapping around my chest to hold me up on my feet. Sounds are muffled by the pounding of my heart beat combining with the echo of my moans off the tiled walls. I scrunch my eyes closed tight as the pleasure grows to a white hot fire in my loins. It feels like I'm going to die from it, completely consumed by the raging fire.

Pelvic muscles contract as I feel the familiar boiling heat of seed rushing up my cock like a bullet fired from a rifle. My balls feel like they're going to pull right up into my throat as the most intense climax I've ever felt keeps crashing on like angry waves of a stormy sea. I drag in sharp breaths pushing them out as strangled moans. Dad keeps me pinned back against his chest, stroking me hard but measured. His paws movement along my shaft draws more rippling shocks of pleasure as I feel my cock throbbing and pulsing, muscles deep inside me flexing to spurt seed from my ebony tip, making his paw even more of a mess.

Gradually the world starts to come back into clarity, the sound of running water fading back in, followed closely by the deep rumbling purrs against my ear making dad's breath ruffle my cheek fur. His paw slows to a crawl then eases to a stop, just holding my now aching shaft while it throbs along to the rhythm of my sped up heart beat. He brushes gentle kisses down the side of my neck to the top of my shoulder, arm tight around me still giving me support, my legs feel like jello as they shake with the aftershocks of orgasm. Staring unfocused ahead I'm surprised to see that I shot hard enough to splatter my seed against the dark grey tile of the shower wall. Pretty impressive.

"Feel better kiddo?" His words are hushed as he keeps me cradled against his thick chest. Words don't seem to come to me so I nod slowly, still panting as I come down from the orgasmic peak into a hovering after glow. The tension melts away in the warm moist air of the shower with him pressed tight against me as a steady anchor.

"That's my boy." He purrs out in that sultry baritone of his. "Let's get you rinsed up before the water goes cold." He coaxes me to step forward on my shaky legs, his paws holding me steady as lukewarm water streams through my fur. The water running over my shaft makes me gasp and shudder, sparks of sensation shooting up my oversensitive shaft as it drips off my barbs. Dad does his best to wash the soap off as thoroughly and quickly as he can before shutting off the water. I turn my head to look back at him with a question in my eyes.

"Aren't you gonna shower?" My voice quivers a bit as I ask.

"Nah, I'm fine kiddo, we need to get you dried off." His smile is warm, it makes my own lips slowly turn up.

We stand there in the tub for a short time, letting our fur drip, rubbing it down to squeeze out as much water as we can. Of course this gives me an excuse to be facing toward dad, doing my best to look preoccupied while I sneak glances at him. He's running his fingers through his mane, shaking it out a bit, water droplets flinging from the thick dark fur. I keep rolling my paws over my arms and down my chest, pushing rivulets of water out of my fur. My eyes flick over to dad, laser focusing on his thick thighs up to that towering spire of ebony manhood. He still looks rock hard, his wet length looking like it was carved from obsidian, raised veins giving texture to it's slight curvature.

Once dad's satisfied he's gotten as much water out as he can by hand he turns and steps out of the shower, his thick piece bobbing in front of him leading the way. He turns back toward the tub offering me a lovely profile view, wet fur clinging to his thickset muscular frame, concrete pillar of leonine pride angled up toward the ceiling. With his help I step out of the tub, standing mostly on my good foot, the soft fluffy bath mat warm between my toes. Pulling a towel out of the linen cupboard to the far side of the bathroom he tosses it to me before getting one for himself. He starts working on drying his mane, I do the same. Of course I have a lot less mane to dry than he does.

Once I have my still just budding mane worked as dry as I'm gonna get it I pause, watching down work the towel into his robust deep red mane. Both his corded arms are raised bent at the elbow, biceps flexing into rigid peaks of muscle as they drag the fabric along his head and neck, his pecs bouncing a bit with the motion. I can't stop my eyes from diverting down their predictable path, traveling along the line of his treasure trail, right to the thicket of his pubic fur. His ebony tool standing proud from that forest of dark red, in the brighter light outside the tub I can make out details the dimmer light filtered through the shower curtain hid.

The skin of his shaft is an inky black all the way up to his foreskin. But in the free light of the bathroom, with his foreskin rolled back halfway over his tip, I can tell the glans are a lighter shade of dusky charcoal. That deep grey tone still glistens, not with water but the thicker fluids of his pre-cum clinging on that snug foreskin. I can't stop myself, paw moving on it's own. Before I even know what's happened my paw is circling around that dark appendage, fingers barely brushing around the girthy middle of his cock. Holding my breath I stare up at him, he's frozen in place as my paw pads contract around him, my paw pulling giving an upward stroke. The skin of his member is so hot it feels like fire against my paw, slippery wet with traces of pre-cum. I feel that slightly viscous warm liquid smear along the curve of my thumb as it reaches the ridge of his glans, foreskin bunching up to drip said pre onto my paw.

A rolling exhale of breath issues from dad, his paw pulling the towel back off of his head, his eyes finding mine. His facial expression is so hard to read, eyes slightly narrowed, mouth open a fraction, ears pulled back. I can't read it and that sends a knife of panic into my gut. My paw holds still, wrapped around his meaty cock just behind his leaking tip, feeling him throb in my grasp. Finally he makes the next move, his paw reaching down to take hold of my wrist, progressively pulling harder until I release my grip on him. Fear boils up in my stomach, hot shame making my cheeks burn.

"I...I'm sorry...I-I just wanted to...do something for you to." I stammer, unable to bring my eyes up to his face, I end up speaking at the spot on the floor between his feet.

"Hey! Whoa there kiddo, calm down, you didn't do anything wrong." His paw on my wrist holds tight, his other coming to grip my shoulder. "Look at me James." His voice is tender, I look up at him, there's a little smile on his muzzle. He reaches up ruffling his fingers through my damp messy hair. "If that's something you wanna do kiddo I'm not gonna say no. But right now you need to get off your ankle and get some sleep." Those words sink into my brain, spinning slowly into understanding. He...he said it was okay, just not right now. My lips curl into a smile, which he responds to smiling with a rumbling chuckle to accompany it. "We can talk about it tomorrow once you've had a nights sleep, okay?"

"Okay." Is the only word I can think of to reply with. We both work on getting dried off fully. I don't really have the good sense or will power to stop myself from watching dad. He doesn't seem to mind, he looks over at me from time to time, chuckling when he sees me staring back. By the time we're both dried off his erection has flagged some, still plump but hanging over the snug pouch of his sac. We deposit our towels into the hamper before we both move the counter to get our respective brushes and work on our messy fur. It doesn't take me long, unlike dad who has to work tangles and snares out of his thick mane. Still doesn't take very long for hims to finish up.

"Alright kiddo lets get you into bed." He braces my me under the arm again, both of use still in the nude. I don't get the same anxious feeling from before, we also work better together having had a bit more practice at it. We make our way down the hall to my bedroom. Dad pushes the door open and we hobble in, my bed to the right of the door.

"Do you wanna put on some pajamas?" Dad asks as I sit down onto the edge of my bed.

"Not really." I shake my head, not really feeling like having to work to get my legs into boxer briefs or pajamas.

"Naked sleeper like your old man eh?" He chuckles wiggling his eyebrows comically as he does. I smile despite myself as I lift up into bed, pulling the covers over me to nestle in. He smiles, moving to the edge of my bed, putting one knee on it as he leans over. My heart skips a beat, momentarily mistaking the movement for something much more intimate than what it actually turns out to be. Dad places a soft kiss on my forehead, purring deep in his chest as he does. "Sleep tight kiddo." He says quietly, standing back up. I watch him turn, walking out of the room, closing the door with a soft click.

Alone in my room I stare at the ceiling. Mind hazy, body relaxed, my room dark and warm. I try to process the events of the past couple hours. It seems like a lot but to my surprise I don't feel overwhelmed. Maybe its the pain meds or coming down from such a rush of hormones and adrenaline, but I can't manage to keep my eyes open long, sleep taking me in short order.