Dad's Love: Ch 1 Always Joe
#6 of Dad's Love
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Nick was hugged by his large six foot seven tiger of a father just as the big male was getting ready to leave for work. "Look bud, I promise we'll at least go to the gym together more often, alright?" he reassured his son, giving him a light tap to his maw with his knuckle. "Joe..." Nick said, referring to his father, "...I know why you're busy, don't worry about me." The seventeen year old tiger never liked calling his dad, dad. It was because the male looked like he was in his mid twenties and he seemed to flinch at the title of dad. To Nick, it made sense after hearing about how Joe and Nick's mom had their kid when they were seventeen themselves.
Ever since Nick's mom found out she was pregnant, Joe became a hard working male to support his future kit. But to put weight on the selfless cat's burdens, Nick's mom had split when he was seven, leaving Joe to raise his kid all by himself. And because of this Nick had utter respect for his father and gave him some slack, convincing himself into being satisfied with going to the gym every now and then, together. Though no matter how much he worked out, somehow Nick couldn't keep pace with his hulking muscle mass of a dad. No wonder Joe could pull off some of those long double shifts while his son spent most of his time studying.
At school there were some rumors going on around about Nick amongst the councilors. That his father was too much of a role model for him and that Nick needed more friends. The teenaged tiger thought it was a load of crap. But as Nick reassured his father that he'd be fine and gave him one last hug, his heart sank as soon as the door closed. He realized he was going to be alone again for another long weekend. The only time he'd probably get to see Joe was if he cracked the door to peek in on him sleeping.
As his thick, heavy foot-paws pushed down on the creaky floor boards, he let out a yawn, bearing his perfect pearly white cat fangs as he felt himself getting tired. The sun was setting and he had had a long workout after school. But as he got to the top of the stairs, Nick suddenly stopped, slowly turning his head to look into his father's room on the right. He ran his paw through his short, black head fur, looking down at the floor and then his father's open closet. Letting out a long sigh, he walked in.
Making his way straight for the closet, Nick rummaged through his dad's hamper until he found what he was looking for. Since Joe worked a lot, the tiger didn't mind wearing a four of his flannel shirts days in a row. There was a red one, two blues, and a green. They usually didn't get washed until the green one was drenched in sweat by the end of the month. Picking the red one with big red checkers and white lining, Nick wore it over his white beater. On him, it was so big that it almost reached past his toned butt in his gray sweats. Pressing his tan nose into the collar of the shirt, he suddenly didn't feel so alone, like the thick musky scent of his dad made him feel safe. Wrapping it around himself like a blanket, he walked towards his room and settled into his messy bed.
While lying in bed, Nick felt something bulging in the right short sleeve of his dad's shirt. Reaching into the sleeve, he was surprised to find one of the big tiger's long white socks with the red rings around the top. It suddenly brought back memories of when he was a young kit. His dad would come home and Nick would help him take off those enormous boots of his before Joe would swing him from between his legs as he sat on the couch. Just out of stupid curiosity, Nick pressed the sock to his nose, "Oh wow!" he laughed, the sock smelling just like the ones that were scattered across his room. It seemed he and Joe shared something else other than their good looks. Using the extra slack in his dad's flannel shirt, Nick wrapped himself up, burying his maw in the collar of the shirt, feeling almost as happy as if his dad were there as he drifted off.
As the door opened, Nick kneeled there on his knees and the soles of his foot-paws. He was shirtless, exposing this thick orange brown happy trail that went from the center of his chest and in between his solid abdomen, all the way to his crotch. The only clothing he wore was his tattered sweats and a studded collar around his neck. As Joe stepped through the door, Nick noticed he had his red flannel shirt unbuttoned, exposing his own pubic fur trail, though his was drenched in a thick film of sweat. Standing over Nick, he had an almost demanding look on his face, as if Nick should know what was supposed to come next.
Joe lifted his black leather boot and then Nick was straining when he was pushed back onto his elbows. A look of concern showed on his face as he looked up at the father he loved so much. But then all of a sudden he somehow finally understood. Reaching up to the tightly pulled laces on the boot pressed against his chest, the young tiger's heart pounded and it became harder for him to breathe as he slowly undid the knot. As soon as the boot loosened around the big tiger's foot-paw, Nick pulled it off, pressing his short maw into the boot, so as to inhale the thick sweaty stink of Joe's drenched leather. With excitement he held the boot in one paw and nuzzled his cheek against Joe's sock covered foot-paw with the other.
The big tiger let off a playful yet intimidating growl as he took the boot away from Nick and pressed his giant foot-paw down into the male's chest, pushing him to the floor. Licking his lips, Joe continued to growl as he stroked his digits over his son, forcing him to moan as his padded toes teased the tiger teen's nipples, the thick material of his socks making the teasing even worse. Nick eyes watered with thin tears of satisfaction, reaching past the rim of his sweats, pawing fiercely at his eight and half inch barbed cock. As Joe's big toe closed around his neck as best it could, Nick didn't hesitate when he grabbed the big male's foot-paw and started tugging at the sock covering it with his teeth. When it was off, Nick only gave Joe one last look before burying his maw into the thick, sweaty cracks of the grown tiger's foot-paw, drowning in the stink of the strong male.
Joe threw his head back as he ripped open his jeans, whipping out his extremely thick cock that nearly reach his knees, bellowing as he stroked his meat. As his son lovingly worshipped his sweaty foot-paw, Nick started to pant and buck his hips, feeling himself getting close. Looking over the stronger tiger's soles, he recognized something in the dominating male's eyes. As Joe's eyes clenched in near orgasm, Nick saw the admiration and love the big tiger had for him, just barely hidden behind the need for control. As he thrust harder, Nick whimpered, "Ungh...Joe...!" Shooting his load all over the big tiger's football sized calves under his jeans; Nick opened his maw as he saw Joe's thick jizz falling towards his face.
Nick suddenly jumped awake, panting, his chest bulging and covered in sweat as he clenched his eyes, feeling the end of an almost ongoing orgasm. Shooting thick strands up and all over his bottom jaw, the teen almost immediately snapped out of it, considering the truly perverted dream he just had. Looking around while running his claws through his hair, Nick noticed he was still wearing Joe's flannel shirt and he was drenched in sweat. Eyes wide, he mumbled, "Oh shit..."
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