Daddy's Boyfriend
#2 of Yiff Chronicles
**Daddy's Boyfriend
By: Ace Wolf
Based on a True Story**
Warning: This story contains sexual contact with two males. It also shows acts of incest, cub, and gay. If this is not your type of story, please turn around and leave. Also, if you are under the age of 18, please refrain from reading. This is based on true events, so please, if you do not agree with the choices made by a certain character, keep your opinions to yourself. For everyone else, please enjoy.
Rules are meant to be broken, especially the self-made rules. They are hard to follow through, because there isn't a real penalty for breaking them. They're just promises you try to keep to yourself and end up breaking, to feel disappointed and beat yourself over about.
I could feel nothing but disappointment. Not only because I broke one my most sacred, and followed rule that has been around for seven months, twenty-four guys, but because what seduced me to break the precious limits I gave myself. I wondered, even now, especially now, how something so small could bring me down...
A small paw rubbed over my broad chest, pressing into the white, diamond patch of fur. I was a black wolf with a white diamond patch of fur on my chest, white tipped tail, and white tipped ears I just died a week ago. You know how eighteen year old kids are? Once they have the freedom granted after graduating, they run wild, piercing every inch of their body, and dying their fur all the colors in a rainbow.
Yes, I was one of those eighteen year old fools, dying my gorgeous black fur. I didn't think I was a fool, but my parents did. Good they didn't have control of me anymore, with me being in college and all. Now was the time for me to enjoy the college life, and that was something I did well.
The small set of paws worked their way down my chest, and over my abs, stopping, and grazing over each ab muscle. Having such a small set of paws touch my body felt strange, but extremely good. I knew what those tiny digits wanted -they were only inches from their prize.
One question was asked hundreds of times while I sat here in this living room that did not belong to me. That question was "Why am I here?" The reason was obvious, yet I continued to ask. I was here to tell my boyfriend, a thirty-five year old bear, that are relationship was over. We yiffed once, and it was not something to be remembered, so I decided it would be for the best if I left. You must have some physical attraction in a relationship, right? Plus, I'm not the relationship type.
The strange part about breaking up with him was that I couldn't do it yet. This was the third time I came over to end the relationship, yet one thing forced me not to. That tiny problem was what caused me to come back.
Brandon -his nine year old son.
I turned my head and watched the small cub, bear, run his paws further down my torso, slowly slipping his little paw-fingers into my pants, then underwear before rubbing over my bulging sheath. It did not take much to make my cock stand up straight, so once I felt the soft touch of the paw, my cock started to push itself free from its furry cage.
I just gave a soft smile, before a lustful murr escaped my maw. Brandon smiled, showing every teeth in his maw. I loved that smile, he was so cute... so seductive. I couldn't say no to him, just like the first time...
The first time I came over to break up with Brandon's dad was when it all started. Instead of breaking up with the middle-aged bear, I ended up watching his kids, all three of them (two girls, and one boy). The babysitter bailed, so I offered a helping paw. If I was going to leave him, at least I could do a small favor as in watching his kids.
A long story short, the cub was more like his dad than I thought. His cute little, toned body seduced me after I helped him finish his bath. That night he literally begged for my cock, but that's another story I'll tell, if you want to listen (leave a comment if you do).
Brandon gently stroked my hard cock, and as usual it felt amazing. For some odd reason, I loved his paws more than any guy I yiffed. He had the cub, smooth paws that were not rough. The bottom of those gently paws felt like freshly picked, wet cotton.
As he continued to rub his paw up and down my shaft, I shuffled until in a comfortable position, and even after finding a cozy spot I shuffled from the pleasure received. How Brandon went up and down my shaft in a circular motion, and squeezing its tip at the end of each stroke almost seemed pro. Like I said, no one had softer paws then this cub.
Brandon looked up into my eyes, showing off his big, light brown eyes and whispered, "Can we do what you and daddy do?"
Brandon spoke so low that his words were almost lost. Nevertheless, the question asked shocked me. I used my paws to push myself up on the sofa, grabbing his arm and pulling the paw off of my cock, and out of my pants.
"You're too young for that, cub." Brandon whimpered and held onto my arm.
"Please... I want to be just like daddy, and YOU! I promised I'll keep it a secret like last time, Ace..."
I looked down into those big, brown eyes and gave a soft sigh. Never has there been a tail hole declined by me, no matter what the age on it, but this time it seemed a little too young. I mean, last time was strictly oral, but now he wanted something more -something that would give me a bad title for the rest of my life: a pedophile.
"You're too young for what me and daddy does." I explained. "What me and daddy does hurts a lot, and you don't want to hurt, right?"
"If daddy can take it, I can to. Please, Ace? I wanna so bad..." Brandon whimpered and buried his muzzle into my arm fur.
I looked pulled my phone out to check the time. It was 2:32 in the afternoon. The two girls wouldn't be home for another hour, and Jason, Brandon's father, would be at work. I was here to watch Brandon until his sisters came home. It was something I did every day, for the past two weeks.
I placed my paws on each side of his waist and pulled Brandon on top of me. He sat in my lap, facing forward. The small, pudgy tail wagged in excitement, brushing over my cock with each wiggle. The cub surely took excitement in being held in my arms. I could remember the first time I placed my paws upon the cub. His entire body shook, and the biggest smile was present on his face.
"It will hurt, Brandon. Are you sure you want to do this...?" I asked, hoping he would say no.
The little cub looked me straight in the eye, nodded, and said, "I want you to make me feel like daddy feel... I want you too because I love you, wolfie..."
Love? That word had never been spoken in my presence, at least not from another male. Out of all the one night stands I've had, the cub made me feel wanted. The feeling was unknown -a feeling I have never felt before in my life. Not only was he this kid forcing me to break one of my most enforced rule: Never playing with the same guy twice, but he was also breaking the emotional barrier I set up for the word "love".
"C-ca..." Before Brandon could finish his sentence, I leaned in and pressed our lips together, wrapping both my arms around his small body, and pulled him close. Our bodies were mashed tightly together and the kiss was deep, lustful, and loving. I never kissed another male before, but for some reason my lips was mashed to this cub's.
Brandon let out small moan-murrish sounds. He slid his small paws over my shoulder blades until his arms draped over my back in a semi-hug, and with a slow motion the little bear began grinding his miniature bulge into my stomach. One of his paws rubbed back over my shoulder, down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt while one of claw slid threw my fur.
While the cub undressed me, slowly, my paws went on their own little adventure. Carefully, my right paw crept behind Brandon, slowly sliding its way inside his blue jeans he wore. As my paw invaded Brandon's pants, they were pushed down and his cute furry butt was revealed. I gripped one side of his round butt, giving it a firm squeeze.
Feeling his ass being gripped caused Brandon to break the kiss and moan even louder. I don't really know if the moan increased in volume, or if it was because his muzzle was an inch from my ear, but what I do know is it was very loud. He moved his muzzle closer to my ear and nibbled on it, as his moan decreased to a simple murr.
Hard to believe the cub hadn't done this before. I didn't know for sure -Brandon and his dad could have done this before, but I was not for sure. The way Brandon seduced me was like no other. It was usually me who made the first move, yet this cub did. He was like me in many ways -whatever he wanted, he went for it. No questions; no hesitation.
After he finished unbuttoning my shirt, Brandon worked those small paws into my pants, once more, and grabbed my cock. He held it with a strong grip, which milked a moan from my muzzle. He took great excitement from making me moan, as I could hear him give a slight giggle, but the giggle was soon replaced with his own moan.
I worked my finger between the cubs crack, until the digit met Brandon's warm, tight tailhole. I pressed my finger to the virgin hole -he was so tight my finger couldn't penetrate it. There was only one way to do this. I brought my finger to my muzzle and gave it a long, wet lick before placing it back to the tailhole, trying once more. This time was a success. My slick paw-finger pushed its way through Brandon's anal entrance, making him moan in pain and pleasure.
"Ah-ohhhh..." Brandon managed to squeeze out. Since the fingering began, he let go of my cock and laid his head on my chest, breathing heavily.
"Ok?" I asked.
The cub gave a soft nod.
"Feels good?"
Brandon nodded again.
I continued to push my finger in and out of the little cub, fingering him good. It was going to take a lot more than a finger to open him up, but this was the best I could do for now. For a split second my finger retreated, but I quickly refilled it with two fingers, instead of one.
Brandon clenched around my fingers, grabbed my cock harder, and dug his claws into my back. He let out a painful moan, giving the reaction suitable for what was done, along with spreading his legs to give more access.
I fingered him until he was use to the feel of having two in him. Once his panting went back normal breathing, I removed my fingers and stuck them in my mouth, savoring the cubs taste, something I never done -never thought I would do. It was strangely tasty.
Brandon looked up at my, giving a "What's next" expression. I instructed him to sit up, as I removed his pants and underwear, then I grabbed the little guy, putting his legs over my shoulder and began to rim his tight hole -another sexual action I've never wanted to do. In and out; my tongue moved in a pattern: in, curl, out, and a soft lick over his entrance.
"A-Ace...it feels....sooooo g-g-good...." Brandon said as he squirmed in my grip.
My tongue worked its magic, never letting Brandon's moans cease, or more like Brandon's hole would not let my tongue stop. At times I could not bring my tongue out because he clenched so tight around my pink muscle. It wasn't until my tongue was absolutely dry, when I stopped.
"C-can we do what you and daddy do now?" Brandon asked, looking at me.
I looked back up at the cub, still between his legs, and smiled. "Ok...but this is our little secret, ok? And if it hurts to bad I want you to tell me so I can stop. Deal?"
The biggest smile spread across Brandon's face. He nodded fast, and his little pudgy tail wagged from excitement. He turned into an entirely new fur. Joy bounced over his face throughout his body, as he trembled with anticipation.
I returned the little guy to his normal position and removed my own pants, underwear, and shirt, leaving myself in nothing but a black tank-top which blended in with my fur. My cock flopped out of the underwear, once removed, and bounced from joy of being released after being tortured. I leaned down and grabbed my wallet, sliding a condom out of one of it, handing it to Brandon. He looked at me with a confused expression.
"Open it and I want you to slid it on my dick. It's going to make it easier for what we're about to do." I explained.
Like a good cub, Brandon opened the small package that contained the condom, took it out, and gazed over it for a second. He obviously did not know what to do with it, or what the round, rubbery object was used for. He looked at it, then at my cock, and back at the rubber before sliding a paw over my thigh, grabbing my cock in it, and bringing the condom to my cock. He placed the condom on my member's tip, then pushed it down, and covered the shaft, until reaching the base.
I pat the cub on the head from his performance well-done. Surprisingly, the young cub dressed the condom on my cock with no effort at all. Usually, a guy would have trouble his first time, but Brandon broke all the traditional screw-ups one might do his first time.
Brandon stood on the couch, placed himself over me, and sat down slowly, but not on my cock.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Mhmm... do just like you do daddy..."
I grabbed both sides of the cub, and lowered him down slowly onto my cock. We stopped once his tail hole touched the tip of my 9 inch member. Brandon looked in my eyes. I could see he was a little shaken-up, but the desire to continue burned within those light brown eyes, so I pushed him down over my tip.
Brandon let out an audible yipp. Even though I attempted to stretch him beforehand, my tip was a little bigger than two fingers. I expected him to ask for a pull-out, but he just dug his claws into my neck and continued to lower himself, panting slightly -I guess he was an eager one.
Slowly, Brandon's tailhole lowered onto my cock. The virgin hole felt great around my shaft. It tightly wrapped itself around my member, causing me to shoot pre into the latex protector. Once the small cub was safely resting on every inch, I rubbed his arms, attempting to sooth him.
"Want me to take it out?" I asked. Surely he would request for me to remove myself. This was his first time, and he was taking a nine inch cock. But again, Brandon showed me his courage and shook his head. "Ok... let's start slow... don't try to go to fast, or you might get hurt..."
With extreme cautious, Brandon picked himself up off half my cock, and sat back down on it. I offered a paw by placing both paws on the round butt cheeks. My paws were used for control; I didn't want Brandon to hurt himself be getting carried away, or worse, I get carried away.
Our pace increased. It didn't take long for Brandon to become accustom to my size. In no time he was riding me better than his own father, taking the whole nine inches each time he lowered himself down. He moved the tiny paws onto my chest before grabbing a paw-full of fur. Soft moans could be noticed with each thrust.
I leaned back, placed my arms on the couch, and watched the smaller bear work. What a wonderful sight. The sight of Brandon bouncing up and down with his tongue hung out the side of his muzzle, and a small member rubbing over my tank-top -shooting pre onto it.
As he flopped up and down on my wolf-hood, he grasped my fur, pulled himself closer to my muzzle, and locked our muzzles into another kiss. The cub murred deep into this kiss; his eyes closed, slowly. The grip on my fur had gotten tighter, thrust became slower, and all of a sudden the little cub dropped his entire hole over my cock and knot.
Brandon and I, both, gave out loud moans. So loud, I am surprised every fur in the neighborhood didn't hear. Brandon's moan was a bit louder, because his was mixed of pleasure, pain, and shock -he wasn't expecting his tailhole to expand from my giant knot.
My cock and knot was quickly engulfed by the tightening of Brandon's tailhole. Out of nowhere, he shot his warm cum onto my me, staining my tank-top with more of his fluids. The paws which held onto my fur were now digging their claws, deep, into my chest.
It did not take long for my orgasm -feeling the tight-warmth around me sent me in a frenzy. I gave a few light humps before shooting my seed into the condom. At that moment, something happened -something that NEVER happened. I shot so much cum into the condom, the rubbery barrier broke, filling the cub's tailhole with might milky-white goo.
Once Brandon's orgasm died down, he collapsed onto my chest, gently snuggling into it. He panted softly and, finally, retracted his claws from my chest. He moved his paws around my back, holding me in a tight, loving embrace.
"I love you Ace... Will you be my boyfriend?" Brandon whispered before closing his eyes.
I chuckled and rubbed over his back, before wrapping my arms around his tiny body.
"Sure, pup. In about ten years..." I said, jokingly.
Brandon smiled, nuzzled my chest, and drifted into slumberland.
I picked the little bear up in my arms. We were still tied, and would probably be this way for an hour. I walked up the stairs to his room. It wouldn't be smart to stay in the living room. Didn't want his sisters to walk in and see Brandon and I tied.
As I made my way up the stairs, I kissed the little bear's forhead, and said something I've never told any guy.
"I love you too, Brandon..."
(Rushed story. It's based on a true event, so please don't judge certain characters. Fave, Comment, CUM!!!! I know I have some grammar issues in this, but again, it's a rushed story. I hope you enjoyed it anyway...)