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After a long time on my own in another city, I had agreed to come visit dad at home for a few days. It was spring, but it wasn't quite warm yet. I got the days off from work, packed my bags and headed to my hometown. Dad came to pick me up from the station. We talked the usuals, and after we arrived home, I packed up in my room. Nothing had changed too much back here, the town was sleepy as ever, and the same people were doing the same things they always had. Getting some time away from the city would be great. I hadn't planned anything much to do, besides rest and relax. I did have one thing on my agenda, but that was just to jump into the shower immediately, I needed a wash. I could feel it in my fur, having walked around the city getting a couple errands done, then sitting in a hot and unpleasant bus for a couple hours after I missed the train I had originally booked. I wanted the city grime off of me. And all the goings-on had exhausted me a bit.

Turning on the water, I already felt better, I knew I wouldn't feel too unclean anymore. Feeling the water flow down my body made me relax. Just some time at home, without any hurry or chaos. I picked up the soap, and lathered myself thoroughly. Getting down to my crotch, I did feel like I needed to rub one off soon, but maybe later. Not now. Proceeding to wash everything off, I felt refreshed. The warm water helped a lot with that. Finally, as I stepped out, I looked in the mirror. Damn, I looked like a drowned rat, all the fur drooping down, dripping water. I took a step back, closed the shower curtain and shook myself off a bit before trying again. Now then, I looked more like the washed-up carcass of a drowned rat. That's better, I guess. Enough to not absolutely soak the towel. I dried myself off, and wrapped the towel around my waist. Now I looked considerably better, like a wolf again. I was heading to my room, and saw dad on the way. He saw me, and told me he'll have dinner ready in a moment. I got dressed meanwhile, and then headed down. He was just finishing up, so I stood by the entrance to the kitchen, waiting, chatting a bit.

"Does it get lonely in the city in your apartment?", he asked, evidently trying to get an answer from me to the ever usual "Have you been seeing any girls?" question.

"Nah, not really, I do get to see my friends a lot. And the apartment doesn't get that lonely, it's a bit too cramped for that. I should look for a new place soon.", I replied. I always give roundabout answers to avoid the question entirely. Not only did I not have too much interesting going on in the relationship department, it wasn't even girls I was interested in. And I wasn't too sure how dad might respond to that. I figured I'd deal with that whenever the situation required me to tell. He nodded in response, while I shifted the discussion to the food. And I got to hear all the riveting details of how much fish my neighbours had caught that morning, and how they let him have some because they couldn't possibly eat it all, and that he was trying a new recipe he had seen in the newspaper. Mission complete, no awkward conversation about the other stuff.

Dad scooped up fish from the pan, and placed half of it on my plate. I filled up the rest of the plate from the other pots, and went to sit down. The meal was mostly uneventful (though the fish was damn good), but I did notice that dad seemed a bit distracted. I didn't think too much of it. He said he'll have to go do something outside after dinner. I didn't mind that either, if he was out, I could deal with myself alone, being a bit pent up and all. And, after we were done, so it went, he went out, and I stayed in. I headed rather soon to the bathroom, bringing with me my phone. I shuffled through the gallery saved in my phone's hidden folder, looking for something inspiring. I'd always liked burlier looking men, and my porn collection reflected that. I decided on a video and got to work, watching a big wolf command a fox guy to do all manner of fun favours. I imagined being the fox and getting to do all the things he did to the big wolf. It didn't take long to cum, but it didn't feel like the pent up pressure had really relieved completely. Oh well, that's annoying. I got cleaned up and went to my room. I opened the window, and picked up my laptop, then sat on the bed. I was about to start the computer, when I heard something through the window. I walked up to listen. The hell was that noise? It sounded like a wild animal, and it seemed to come from the woods nearby, or that's where'd it make sense for it to be coming from. How backwatery was this town after all? It was too dark to have any hope of seeing anything, but I listened to the sound. It died off in a minute or two, and I headed back to my bed. Whatever the creature was, it better wander off into the horizon, away from habitation. Some fainter of heart mightn't like the idea of some larger predators in the area, and might call for it to be killed. Never mind that people crowd all these animals into smaller and smaller habitats. Ugh, whatever. people are idiots.

An hour or two had passed since dad left, and it was about 22, when I heard him at the door. He shuffled about, and then headed to the bathroom for a shower. I was occupied with some movies, and didn't pay any attention to the sounds, I only acknowledged them. After a while, he passed by to tell me he was going to bed, that I should turn down the volume on my laptop. That I did, and I stayed up into the night, until I shut down the computer and stumbled the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a piss before going to sleep. As I got into the bathroom, I thought it smelled a bit odd, but I couldn't quite place why. I must've been imagining things, there was nothing out of the ordinary. I dealt with my business and went to bed.

The next day was similarly a bit odd, but not too much. Dad went away somewhere twice, and I thought I was going mad because something was smelling somewhere in the house. I can't quite explain it, everything smelled like it should, but it smelled... stronger, somehow. First I wrote it off that I wasn't used to the smell of the place after living in the city for years, but it persisted. Weird. And, as I mentioned, dad disappeared somewhere twice. First, as I was chopping wood on the yard to the fireplace (and to get a little bit of exercise). He said he'd be meeting a couple neighbours, and walked off. He didn't usually go too much anywhere, not at least from what I remembered. Whatever, I continued working, got some of the wood indoors and lit the fireplace. The house was a little chilly after a few days without a fire, and it wasn't quite warm enough outside yet to prevent the house from getting too cold. After I got the fire going, I grabbed my laptop and sat down in the living room to keep watch over the fire. Dad appeared some time later, and he sat down to watch tv. Dinner came and went, and we watched our own things on our screens, chatted in between about whatever, and took it easy overall. Remembering the strange thing from the day before, I asked dad if he had heard any wild animals while he was out. He said he had been indoors at a friend's place and hadn't heard anything, though it wouldn't be a surprise if some creature ended up here, as we're rather remote out here.

After some more idle sitting, I decided to head off to the shower. I got undressed, put the clothes in the laundry basket, and washed myself. The usual routine. Good to get that sweat off from the day's work. Again, dad went out, this time a little before 21. Again, there were the noises in the dark. I went to the bathroom at one point, and after I sat down, I glanced over the bathroom, looking taking in the familiar surroundings. As I looked, I happened to see the laundry basket. Then I noticed something. It seemed my underwear were missing from there. I had taken them off last before showering, and they ended up on top of the pile. And they were bright blue, they'd have been very easy to distinguish from among the other clothes. I checked all around, they were nowhere to be seen. Now this made me confused, what is going on here? This entire place had seemed a bit odd since I arrived, and it made me feel a bit uneasy. I couldn't imagine any reason why my underwear would go missing, in a house inhabited and visited by exactly two people, besides... that. And the lack of a clear alternative explanation didn't help. I considered the implications. Was there something going on with dad? Was there something about me? I felt strange thinking about it, but considered for a moment. Dad was approaching his fifties, but he looked... fine enough. About the same size as me, and with a similarly normal-ish build, not skinny but not very bulky either. Not maybe exactly what I'd be looking for but... I put the idea aside, and felt weird about it. One thing was for sure, I'd have to find out for myself what the hell was going on here. Dad returned around 22:30, and after he went to bed, I went to investigate the bathroom again. Sure enough, now my underwear had reappeared. And the strong but unplaceable smell was there again. The next day, we'd have things to do all day, but I'd try to follow him if he went somewhere in the evening. As for now, I fell uneasily asleep and tried to hold off my thoughts for later.

Tossing and turning, I hadn't slept well at all. Not with the things I had seen and heard. I felt a bit aroused about it when I let my thoughts wander, which didn't help with the feeling of uneasiness. As I got up in the morning, I acted like I had seen nothing, and we went on with the day. We had decided to try out fishing today, and dad brought along my uncle and cousin, so we'd have some company. The day came and went. I watched dad's behaviour, but saw nothing seemingly out of the ordinary. His tail and ears didn't twitch, he didn't seem distracted, and talked with the others just like I expected him to. Later, with a day's successful haul of absolutely nothing, we headed back. Again, the same pattern repeated, I went to the shower, and dad prepared to leave again for his nightly whereabouts. This time, however, I was prepared to see what was going on. I threw on some warmer clothes in preparation for the cold outside, and waited for the sounds of dad leaving. As he left, saying nothing, I followed. I tried my very best to be quiet as I got out the door, and sneaked behind trees to shadow him from as far away as I could, as not to attract attention. It was quickly confirmed that his hand-waved excuses of visiting friends or whatever were indeed lies. He wandered off into the woods, lighting a path with a flashlight. This'd be challenging, trying to follow him in the dark, without any light to help me, while also trying to make as little sound as I was physically capable of. He did walk somewhat noisily, but that might also just mean that I'd have to creep over whatever noisy branches or something were coming up. After some time, he stopped at what looked like an isolated spot. It was behind a little drop in the terrain, seemingly to shield him from onlookers (like me). I crept closer, to get a good look of the place, but making sure to stay within cover. A densely branching tree seemed like a good such cover, it let me see down into dad's hiding spot from between the branches, and I'd just need to turn a little smidge to the side to hide if I needed to. Then, I watched.

The woods weren't entirely dark, the moon was shining. Conveniently, it also cast shadows back towards where we came from, so I couldn't accidentally attract attention with some weird movement. I saw that dad was... undressing? He put all his clothes in a pile, and seemed to pick something out from a pocket. He was about to sit down on a rock, when he and I were both startled by a rustle somewhere. I stood as still as I could, breathing quietly, while I heard dad gasp and saw him look around nervously. Then the rustling came again, and faded deeper into the woods. A deer, perhaps, based on how loud it was. Dad looked relieved, and stood a moment, before sitting down. He lifted the thing he held to his face, and, based on his hand movements, I can only assume he was beating off. But why do that this far out? Surely he could've just... Done that at home? The noise of the shower would certainly-

Then, I have trouble believing what I saw and heard. It started with a growl, that got lower and lower. And dad seemed to... Grow? What was going on? His shoulders broadened, and muscles grew on his arms. He got taller, his legs got longer and bulkier as well. His tail moved normally, but it too grew. It was difficult to see, but somehow, I thought I saw his canines and claws grow a bit too. His sounds became louder. Besides the growl during the transformation, he also breathed more audibly, and grunted in between strokes while he jacked off. His voice was much lower, and he had taken a much more... werewolfy appearance. As he still held something to his face, I started hearing something I could recognise too. Among other things, I heard him grumble my name, and how good I smelled. He seemingly had my underwear today again. Speaking of smell, I now noticed it. The oddly strong, impleaceable smell that I had sensed at home. It seemed that dad, in this... werewolf form, had a stronger natural scent. And the strange sounds in the nights before fit right into the picture now too. As he kept on jacking off, the grunts and growls became louder. With all this in mind, I had no idea what to think or feel. Or maybe I did? Dad looked so big and burly like that. And he was thinking of me while dealing with his needs. His scent was stronger, and... I seemed to become very aroused at the scene and the idea. Now I recalled to the porn video I watched the other day. The fox, doing favours for a big wolf. And right there was a big wolf, who evidently wanted me in some way or another. It was all a bit much to take in at once. I decided to go home to process this. I didn't want to stay here just right now, I needed a moment to put my thoughts in order. So, carefully but reluctantly, I turned away my eyes from the scene, and tried my best to sneak off towards home. Dad's sounds were getting louder, making my task a bit easier, but I was still cautious. Overwhelmed by thoughts, I stumbled and almost fell when I didn't focus on where I was going, but luckily, nothing more than a slight thump could be heard from that, but I couldn't imagine dad hearing it while he was... occupied.

As I arrived at home, I went in, and did a quick check. My underwear from today were still in the laundry basket, but the ones from yesterday, the ones he had taken last time too, were again gone. With increasing certainty, I figured he was into me. And I was, with all that I saw, not opposed to the idea. I sat down in bed, and thought. He's my dad, I argued with myself. I shouldn't... He shouldn't either, yet he does. The thought of the taboo served only to arouse me now. And with the rationale that he's into it too, I couldn't seem to argue with it. Then, another thought crept in. What the hell kind of a transformation is that? How is it possible? Maybe I'm just crazy? Legends of werewolves are just legends, right? This, I found no explanation for, I was totally clueless. The only thing I knew was that werewolf dad was... hot. I wrestled with this and a million other questions over the night. I heard dad's roars from the forest, from his climax, I figured. And yet later, he came home, smelling like he did out there. Finally, without getting any sleep for hours, I finally decided that... I should approach him. The next day, out in the woods. Surely he'd be going there again. It was too good an opportunity to pass.

The following day, again with some not too good sleep, I was uneasy. I felt a tug in my pants all day when I thought of last night, and how I'd come up to him tonight. It was another slow day, and dad disappeared during the day. I didn't hear anything from outdoors, which I suppose means he keeps quiet in the daytime while out there. Myself, I kept myself from jacking off, though all day I felt like I wanted to. I holed up in my room, trying to sleep for a bit, and passing the time until the evening. The minutes turned slowly, but finally it was late. After dinner, I headed off to shower again. Getting out, I went to dress myself again, in preparation for the night's events. I picked out a shirt, pants, a thicker shirt for the cold, and some underwear. They felt strange in my hand, and I pulled out to see that... In my chaotic hurry to pack, to get to the train that I then missed, days before, I had chucked whatever into my bag. And... it seemed my jockstrap had found its way into my bag in that rush. What an oddly fitting coincidence. I decided on the spot to wear it, it made me feel all the more aroused, thinking of dad and what he might... Still, quickly, I got dressed, and again pretended to watch something while waiting for dad to go outside. I let him get a bit of a head start tonight, as I knew where he was going. And a check, just for curiosity, confirmed once more that my underwear were with him, this time today's. I don't know how long I waited. It felt like hours, but it could have been maybe a 3 minute wait, before I headed off towards the woods, to dad's hiding place. Again, I walked slowly and cautiously, until I reached the place from where I watched him yesterday. His transformation was still underway, but it was almost done. I felt my cock tighten in my pants, as I watched his strongly built body, and muscular arms and legs. I could only imagine what he looked like from the front. As he started jacking off again, I stopped for a split second - what the hell am I doing here? What is going on? But I brushed those thoughts aside, as my arousal grew to overpower my worries. But still, I hesitated. How would he react? I lift a foot to take a step, and resolved to myself that there was only one way to find out. Looking forward, I saw a good path leading down, and took shaky steps forward, towards my now werewolf dad. He was so big... He was occupied with the smell and thoughts of me, but his ears were very sharp after the transformation. I wonder how I managed to get away unnoticed yesterday. Still, I was a few metres from him, when he heard my steps. He stopped abruptly, stopped his stroking, and opened his eyes to look in my direction. He looked shocked to see someone out here, and I spoke. I said it was me. And I said that I knew. And that it's ok. He was dazed, but I walked slowly forward, telling him again and again that it's ok. Then, I felt the wind for a bit. It carried dad's strong werewolf scent to me, and I quivered while speaking. My legs felt weak from the smell, and all the things going on in my head. My cock was pulsing intensely with arousal, and my heart was beating itself to pieces, it felt like. I fell onto my knees, and crawled towards him on all fours, and I told him, feebly, "I know you want me... And... I want you, daddy."

He had sat silent all this time, bit his expression of shock had faded, turning to worry, but that too faded away. Now, after my plead, he looked cautious, but aroused. He turned towards me, and told me, in that low, dark werewolf voice: "My boy wants his daddy?" The sound sent shivers through me, and I managed barely to reply "Yes daddy.", while crawling towards him. He had now turned towards me, and I got to see all of him from the front. His muscular chest, the big, strong arms, the extra patches of fur, growing down his chest and stomach, down to a bush of pubes, and a big cock, with heavy balls hanging below. He was my size normally, but like this, he was bigger and bulkier. And that growth also seemed to have manifested in his cock and balls. His cock was a thick, long rod of manly power, and his balls looked so full and heavy. I had finally reached him, on all fours. "At your command, daddy.", I told him, while taking in his intoxicating scent.

He leaned back a bit, to present himself before me. "First, take your clothes off.", he told me. His voice was so full of strength, and I eagerly pulled off my clothes. I left my jockstrap on, however. Already, it showed a big spot where I've been leaking. He asked me why I had them still on, to which I just replied "I'm here for you, daddy." He nodded and chuckled a bit, before giving his command. "Take care of my balls."

I got on all fours again before him, and leaned forward, my nose approaching his crotch. It was exciting, and I quivered in my breaths as I got closer, sensing his smell. Finally, I stuck out my tongue, and it hit his ballsack. It felt warm on my tongue, and I started to taste him. Without hesitation now, I started licking. His balls were big, and I lifted one hand to fondle them as I caressed them with my tongue. I lifted them up carefully, to feel their weight, and to lick them individually. Then, helping out with my tongue, I took his balls, one at a time, and carefully started sucking on them, and rolling them in my mouth with my tongue. All the while, he breathed heavily, and groaned deeply in pleasure. He told me "You're a good boy, you're making daddy feel so good.", which made me worship his big werewolf balls even more, so that I moaned just from the knowledge that I was obeying my daddy and having him enjoy my worship. Soon however, he moved along. He pulled back my head, and I was left with my tongue out, wanting more. "What do you wish, daddy?", I asked him, like the fox did in the porn video, that I had jacked off so many times to. Dad grabbed his cock and leaned it on my face. "Suck it.", he told me. I grabbed his cock with my hand, and felt its size. It was long and thick. He wasn't absurdly big, but bigger than I had ever seen. I started from his knot, and gave him a lick all the way up. Then, I started working the tip. It tasted strongly of him, and I explored with my tongue every bit of it. He leaked pre, which tasted amazing. I put my lips closer, and tried to get his tip in. He was big, but not impossibly so, and with a bit of care with my teeth, I got his cock into my mouth. Not far, but enough to suck on it, and twirl my tongue on it while he leaked into me. He moaned in pleasure, and I moaned and whimpered in my own arousal. To think that this big, strong, sexy beast was my dad, and that I got to do all the things he wanted me to do. While I took care of his cock with my mouth, and my one hand manoeuvring it to help with the sucking, I stood up on my knees and took my other hand up to start fondling his balls again, now damp from my spit that I coated them with. After a moment, he wrapped his legs around me, and put his big hand on my head, helping me with the motions. His breathing grew faster, and his hand guided me likewise faster to pleasure his cock. I felt his balls twitch in my hand, and his cock throbbed in my mouth. He growled and huffed loudly, and let out a big roar as his climax came. He pulled my head back, leaving my lips and tongue on his tip, as big spurts of cum began to coat my mouth. Amid my breaths, I swallowed as much as I could, but I had to pull back to breathe, and his cum spilled onto my face, then onto my neck and chest, before I finally took the final shots back into my mouth. I swallowed it in gulps, his potent werewolf seed tasted so strong and so good, and I was left panting, while cum dripped from my chin and leaked from my mouth. "Th- thank you, daddy.", I panted out, and then gave his cock a few more licks to clean off the cum. He replied with grunts and heavy breaths, with his eyes closed, taking in the feelings. After a moment, while I was still licking at his tip, he pulled me back and asked "You want more?"

I leaned my arms on his strong legs and answered. "Yes please daddy, give me more, anything you want." I was excited beyond belief, to get more of him, to get to serve my big wolf dad. Waiting for an answer, I looked up at his face. His big teeth were showing, as he grinned at me, and his eyes shone in a way I had never seen before. "Get up, go lean against a tree. Show me my boy's ass.", he commanded. I snapped out of staring at him, rose up, and headed a few steps back to do as he told me. I lifted my tail, and showed my ass to him. I looked back, and wiggled it a little to invite him over. Dad got up, and I saw his big body in its full now. Everything was so big, and he looked so strong and handsome. He took but a couple heavy, thumping steps towards me, and I felt his huge, clawed hand grab my ass. Then, he got on his knees, and spread my cheeks apart with his hands. "Let's make you ready for daddy.", he told me. I felt his warm breath close to my ass, and then his warm, wet tongue. He licked my ass, slowly, and I leaned into his licks. He buried his face in, as far as he could, and kept licking, to prepare me with spit. Then, I felt a pressure, as his tongue stopped at my hole, pushing in. I moaned at the feeling, as he entered deeper and deeper into me, making me as slick as ready as possible. Soon, he reached as deep as his tongue would go, and he started tugging it in and out a bit, to train me to the motion, and help me stretch out. I had little trouble taking his tongue, I had been playing with toys and wasn't too out of form with that. But his cock, it was bigger. I hoped I could take it, bit it'd have to go a bit more slowly. What about his knot, I wondered? I'd love to take it, to let him tie me. I'd worry about that later. Now, I just enjoyed my dad's tongue work, and held onto the tree for support. I was leaking pre, so much so that it started dripping through my jock. Dad had kept one hand spreading my cheek, the other held onto my leg. My falling pre hit his finger, and he noticed it. He wiped it off on me, and pushed his tongue deep again, before sliding it out, licking around my hole again before leaning back. "You're eager.", he said. "But are you ready?" I could muster little else than a whimpering beg for him to fuck me. He pushed his wet tongue into my ass one more time, and felt how I let it in without resistance. He pulled out and stood up. His big hands grabbed my waist and my shoulder, and he pushed his muscular legs against mine. He was tall enough to lean his head on mine, and I felt surrounded by him on all sides. And of course, I felt his big cock, resting between my cheeks. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. Grinding my ass against it, I felt dad's grip of me tighten a bit in preparation. "Daddy, give it to me.", I told him, my voice full of want. "Fuck me, I want my big wolf daddy to get his prey." He lifted his hand from my waist, and stood back a bit to angle his cock. I felt his tip, still wet from my spit and his cum, press against my hole.

Dad pushed his cock inside me, slowly. It was big, that I knew, but I could handle it. He knew he'd have to start off carefully, so that I might adjust to his size. It didn't take too long to get his tip in, letting me adjust to the size. "More, give me more.", I begged, and he obliged. I felt him go deeper, much deeper than where his tongue had gone. Bit by bit, until I felt his body hit mine. I had taken his big werewolf cock all the way. Now, the real fun could start. He started pulling out, so that only the tip was left inside, and then went in again. He started humping me calmly, making me gasp with each thrust. He huffed along with the thrusts, enjoying my ass to the fullest. I helped along with the motions, and fastened my pace to signal he could go a bit faster too. And he followed. After a moment, he was going fast enough that his big, heavy balls were hitting against me with his thrusts, and the place was filled with the sounds of my moans and grunts, and his deep breaths and grumbles of pleasure. It was just us two, nothing else mattered to me. He held me close, and I got to feel his warmth all around me. His cock was working wonders inside me, and I kept leaking more and more pre, with a hanging drop dangling through the jock from my tip, and the spot of it having grown to a big, wet stain. Dad's grip grew tighter, as he kept speeding up his fucking, and I held harder onto the tree for support. "Harder!" I also told him, now that his hips were smacking audibly against me. His head was heavy on top of mine, and I heard him breathe through gritted teeth, and drops of his spit dropped down on me. Now he was more like the wild werewolf than my dad, having seemingly turned only to his instincts, saying nothing. He went yet harder, and the relentless waves of pleasure going through me finally pushed me over the edge. "You're making me cum, daddy!", I said, and felt my first shot hit against the fabric. Shot after shot, a big load like I haven't had before. My load size got nothing on dad's cum, but it was much more than I thought I ever could manage. Dad wasn't done yet, but he did seem close. I felt his knot hitting my hole as he pounded me, and his grunts were growing frantic. My ass was numb from his fucking, but I felt the wonderful things he made me feel inside. And I wanted to feel his knot, and to feel him fill me up with his werewolf seed. He might knot me anyway, being too overtaken by his instincts not to. He was pounding with all the force he could muster, almost pushing me with his thrusts, were he not holding onto me, and I to the tree. He was close now. I begged for him to tie. "Please, daddy, knot me, breed me, give me your seed! Let me have my big, manly werewolf daddy's load!" I begged for it, in all the ways I could think of. He held onto me hard, but now I felt his sharp claws pressing against me too. He was just about to... I felt him trying my ass with his knot, I felt him throb and twitch, and after a couple more pounds, he pushed his knot, for real this time. With a bit of help from me, pushing back, it went in. I hadn't taken notice of his sounds for a while, but now, the forest echoed with a big roar, that'd surely be heard far, far away. Dad's knot was all inside, his claws were almost piercing my skin, and I felt the first of many, many shots of cum hitting me inside. Sucking him off earlier didn't seem to have affected his load size at all. On the contrary, it was yet bigger. He leaned with his weight on me, as his grip loosened, and he was left panting, tugging at my ass. His strong scent was now somehow even stronger, overtaking my nostrils. All my senses knew was my dad. "Thanks daddy...", I managed to say. Dad grabbed me tight, and turned us around, getting onto his knees on the ground. I touched down on my knees too, and leaned over to to take support from the ground with my hands too. Dad was feeling a bit more relaxed now, and I figured he had put us down so that we wouldn't fall if he collapsed on top of me. Which is what he did, still holding me. His heavy body pushed me down, but I couldn't hold us both up with my arms. I lowered to the ground, and let him warm me with his big body. We were lying down like that for a few minutes, our breaths and heartbeats catching up to the situation. Finally, after a long while, dad said something.

"So... It's this that you wanted?", he asked. I answered that I had indeed wanted just this. I had wanted to please him, and to have him use me to deal with his needs. Time passed, as we talked. He explained everything he could during that time. He had been into me for a while, but he had felt ashamed and uneasy about it. When I came to visit, he couldn't resist to have something from me to feed his fantasies. The transformation he knew little about. He was as clueless as I was as to how or why, all he knew was that some years ago, he had explored an interest in men that he had always had at the back of his mind. And somehow, when he found out he was really aroused by the idea, he started transforming occasionally. Then, later on, as his interest shifted to me, he was so excited by his thoughts and fantasies that he started transforming every time. Evidently the forbidden aspects pushed him the extra bit to have it happen consistently. It was painless, and after he climaxed, he'd revert in an hour or so. Besides all that, he then threw an unrelated remark that he though a jockstrap suited me, and I should wear one anytime I'd visit, so I'd be ready to go. I told him in response that should he ever want me to do him anything we hadn't tried, he could just tell me to. I'd be more than ready to please him, any way he wanted, especially in this transformed form of his. Finally, he told me not to worry, because he had seen how eager I was, and he'd have ideas.

During all this, dad's knot had loosened, and I was leaking his seed slowly. He slid the knot out, and his cum flowed out of me, dripping down on the ground, flowing down to coat my balls, making a mess on me. We got up, dad picked up our clothes, and we started heading back home. Now, he didn't have to hide his werewolf form from me, and could stay at home for some less cumbersome fun than making his way all the way out here. We got back home, and headed promptly to go get ourselves washed up. I in particular needed a big cleanup, though I didn't mind one bit being coated in dad's strong cum. Dad didn't revert from his werewolf form until sometime far into the night. It was likely in part due to the immense intensity of feelings of the night's events, and also in part that after our cleanup, he made good on his hints that he'd have more ideas. Having dried up best he could, he lay down on his bed, which he just barely fit in comfortably, and told me to appreciate his body any way I liked. I took my time, feeling and admiring his muscles, licking his big, beautiful werewolf paws, and rimming him to learn his wonderful taste. Time meant nothing for me, I might've spent hours with that, until fatigue finally overcame me, and I crawled into his arms to fall asleep. We woke up the next morning to find him back to his usual self. At first, it felt a bit strange, but I could get used to being with him, werewolf or not. But his big form certainly was a big, big plus in my books. It was the last day of my stay, before I had to leave the next morning. But we still had all day for all we wanted to try. And naturally, we agreed to meet soon again.