Playing with daddy

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"Daddy? What's sex?" asked 5 year-old timothy, slightly cocking his head to the side and looking up at his father. He had heard the word at school from one of his friends, and stared at his father with eyes full of innocence. His father looked startled at first, but recovered his composure and simply replied, "I'll tell you later."

Timothy, disappointed, sulked off to his room. He thought his dad was always the smartest one in his house (actually, it was his mother, but he would never tell his daddy that). His father was 6'4'', and worked out at the local gym three times a week, to keep the muscles of his average bear body as tight as possible. He was buff, strong, and kind to timothy. He couldn't understand why his dad wouldn't answer.

Timothy was the perfect image of his father, minus thirty years or so. His mommy called him a beautiful little teddy, but he was hardly girl-ish. Instead he was growing into quite the young bear. His chest shag had just started growing, along with other parts of himself he wasn't sure whether or not to share with his father. His claws were already one inch long, and he was starting to grow muscles on his chest and arms. After all, he was a bear, and daddy said that bears matured much faster than all of his friends at school.

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Once his 9 year-old tiger friend Jordan was bragging about how he got a kiss from the cutest leopard girl in school, then out of the blue asked if he could see timothy's wiener. Timothy was confused at first, but Jordan grabbed him by the hand and let him to the bathroom. "I want to see it now," Jordan said, and pulled timothy's pants all the way down around his ankles. Timothy was in shock, when all of a sudden Jordan cried, "no fair! It's bigger than mine!" and ran away. Timothy decided that was another secret he would keep from daddy, partially because he, well, enjoyed the attention.

Timothy lay on his bed, water coloring with his new paint set, when his dad walked in. "Timothy!" He cried, startling his son and spilling the paints onto his my-little-human blanket. "What did I tell you about painting on your bed?" Timothy looked ashamed, and put his head in his hands to his face. his father softened, and told him it was no big deal, wadding up the wet sheets and throwing them in the hamper. His Daddy turned around, and sat timothy down again. "I'm sorry. I didn't come in here to yell at you. I came to talk to you about... well... sex. I Know bears mature a lot faster than most other furrys, so I think it's about time for you to know."

Overjoyed, Timothy ran to his father and plopped himself down into his lap, getting a satisfying "Oof!" from his dad. His daddy caught his breath, then started speaking, slowly so his son would catch everything.

"Sex is when, Um, you use your wiener to make someone else feel good." "Why would you do that?" asked timothy. "Well," said his father, "you do it because you love someone." "But i love YOU daddy!" And with that, he reached down and grabbed his daddy's dick. His father let out a gravely bear hiss, and timothy let go, afraid he had done something wrong. "No, keep going," said his dad. Timothy noticed that the place he had grabbed on his dad's pants a second before seemed a lot bigger. He was confused, but that didn't stop him from undoing his father's pants and sliding them down, boxers and all.

"Wow daddy! It looks like one of the bratwursts mommy buys!" He wasn't embarrassed anymore, in fact he was curious as to why it was pointing at him. He was also amazed be the size of it. It was much longer that his! Thinking of what his daddy said, he slid down his own pants to pull out his own 10 inch member. He stepped out of his shorts and wrapped his hands around his daddy's cock again, not entirely sure what to do with it. He could feel a beating through his dad's erection, and for some reason he began to feel ticklish down in his penis.

He looked down at his father's cock again and noticed the tip had begun to drip some sticky white stuff that reminded him a lot of his favorite tapioca. He licked the end, getting another loving growl from his father. Encouraged, he put the whole tip in his mouth, that being all he could fit, and bathed it with his tongue.

Moments later, more of the stuff began to shoot into the back of timothy's throat, making him gag and reel back. More of the salty liquid shot out and hit him square in the face, and soaking his shirt, running down to drip from his little bear balls.

"That.... That was good," said his father, panting heavily.

"But daddy," said timothy, pointing to his own erection "what about mine?"

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