{"sf1_id":846778,"sf2_id":"dmWwNdLm","title":"That Feeling You Get (An Ode to Dads)","author":"Whyte Yote","words":3253,"posted_at":"2015-04-12T06:33:00.000Z","tags":["Age Difference","Anal","Belly","Blowjob","Canid","Canine","Chub","Chubby","Cum","Family","Father","Fellatio","Gay","Generation Gap","Incest","Kissing","Knot","M","M/M","Male","Masturbation","Mm","Oral","Paw","Pawing","Poem","Poetry","Rimming","Romance","Son","Spooge","Tail","Tailhole","Tongue","Voyeurism","dad","daddy","freeverse","related"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/846778-that-feeling-you-get-an-ode-to-dads","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmWwNdLm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/2b/45/2b45d780-96fc-4bad-b5f4-c5d756e4aa59","description":"One day I was feeling frisky and creative and nostalgic, so I decided to do a little freeverse.\nThen I decided to expand it.\nSo, enjoy!","content":"_That feeling you get_\n\nin the pit of your stomach\n\nwhen you're pawing off on your bed\n\nand you can hear him trudging up the stairs\n\ncoming down the hall\n\npausing outside your door\n\nand you can see the shadows of his feet\n\nand you wonder if he can hear the squelch of lube on your cock as you stroke\n\nand as he hesitates for just a little too long\n\nyou finish yourself off silently\n\ncoating your paw while watching the door\n\nyour heart beating out of your chest\n\nand he moves on\n\nbefore your musk can hit the doorway.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen you're out of the shower\n\ngrooming in front of the mirror\n\nand he barges in behind you\n\nbecause he has to piss and it can't wait\n\nand he's too lazy to go downstairs\n\nso he pushes through the steam\n\nstraddles the bowl\n\nand parts his robe\n\nand you can't see anything for sure but\n\nyou're pretty sure you see his sheath\n\nand definitely some skin\n\nand you can't miss the stream\n\nand the noise it makes\n\nso loud\n\nso forceful\n\ncompared to your own\n\nand you finally know why he can drive\n\nfor six hours without stopping.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nat the waterpark\n\nwhen you two split off from Mom and your annoying little sister\n\nand you're sharing the same locker because you only brought one lock\n\nand he's talking to you and you're understanding\n\nuntil he shoves down his white briefs\n\nsuch a middle age thing\n\nand first you gawk at his sheath\n\nand second you gawk at his balls\n\nand third you notice how much you look like him down there\n\nand fourth you turn away before he catches you\n\nand fifth you turn all the way because you're tingling and\n\nmaybe boning up\n\nyou don't know why\n\nand if he sees he'll kill you\n\nso you get your suit on\n\nand leave\n\nteasing him about being a slowpoke\n\nwhen you just wish it would go down before he catches up to you.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nthat one Saturday morning\n\nwhen the girls are out shopping\n\nand you're both home alone\n\nin your rooms\n\nand you share a wall\n\nand you're gaming with headphones on\n\nand something bumps the wall where you're resting your head\n\nand you take them off\n\nonly to hear soft grunting coming from the other side\n\nin his voice\n\nno words\n\njust sounds\n\nand something rhythmic\n\nthat you know well\n\nand in ten seconds flat\n\nyou've got your own paw between your legs\n\none ear plastered to the wall\n\nnot believing what you're hearing\n\nbut knowing it's true\n\nuntil he gives out a series of breaths\n\nsix\n\nseven\n\neight\n\nand a heaving sigh\n\nand your paw flies to catch up\n\nbut you're too chickenshit to vocalize back\n\nso you bite your wrist\n\nwhile spooging all over those headphones\n\nhe paid $300 for\n\nand you hope it cleans off\n\nbecause you'll never be able to explain it.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen you wake up in the middle of the night\n\nthirsty\n\nso you leave your bedroom\n\nand go downstairs to grab a bottle of water\n\nand you see flickering light from the living room\n\nand you remember the rents had a fight\n\nso he's sleeping on the couch\n\nexcept he's not sleeping on the couch\n\nhe's not sleeping at all\n\nhis right arm is moving in that unmistakable way\n\nand you tiptoe to the back of the couch\n\nbut his paw is down his pajama pants\n\nworking\n\nidly\n\nand you're mesmerized by the motion\n\nbecause you know what's behind that plaid\n\nand it's Cinemax, nothing even that hardcore\n\nfrom a few years back\n\nbut it's working for him\n\nand his left paw shoves down\n\nand it all pops out\n\nthe cock\n\nthe balls\n\neverything\n\nand holy shit you're the same size\n\nnothing special\n\nbut it's totally special\n\nbecause it's him\n\nand he's exposed to you\n\nand he has no idea\n\neven when you push your briefs down\n\nto stroke in time\n\nheart like a train\n\nmusk in your nose\n\nyour balls roiling\n\nedging for four long minutes\n\nuntil you hear him gasp\n\nand long lines of white paint his paw\n\nrun down his fingers\n\nyour ears ring\n\nand you let fly\n\nnot caring where it lands\n\nuntil the first shot hits the top of the couch just short of his neck\n\nand you aim down because the second is always the biggest\n\nand you thank your lucky stars Mom likes leather\n\nbecause it'll be easier to clean come morning\n\nso as he puts himself away you back up\n\ntoward the stairs\n\ntaking them two at a time\n\nnot believing what you just saw\n\nnot even thirsty anymore\n\nand you jerk it twice again with that cock burned into your memory forever.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen you're having lunch\n\nor at the doctor's\n\nor washing his car\n\nand he comes out to see how you're doing\n\nand you smile and make small talk\n\nbut all the while\n\nyou want to scream\n\nI WATCHED YOU MASTURBATE\n\nbut all you do is smile\n\nbecause if nothing happens ever again\n\nyou have that one memory\n\nbut you hope it happens again\n\nbecause\n\nbecause\n\nbecause\n\nyou don't know.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen you're pawing off in your bedroom\n\nand you forgot to lock the door\n\nand for some reason he barges in instead of knocking\n\nand you're on display\n\nsix inches out\n\nand his eyes get wide\n\nand he apologizes\n\nand your first instinct is to hide yourself\n\nbut for some reason you don't\n\nand it's awkward at first\n\nand then it's just hot\n\nbecause he's not objecting\n\njust staring\n\nbetween your face and your dick\n\nand he forces himself to keep your eyes\n\nand states his business\n\nand all the while you're still hard\n\nand you respond to his questions\n\nand you even start up again\n\nreal slow\n\nbut just enough so that he knows\n\nand he apologizes again\n\ntells you to be more careful\n\nfor your mother's sake\n\ncloses the door\n\nright before you shoot yourself in the fucking eye\n\nand it burns\n\nbut it was so worth it.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen you mentally smack yourself\n\nbecause you forgot to check out his pants for a bulge.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nin the middle of the night\n\nwhen you're almost done gaming\n\nand you want one more Mountain Dew\n\nso you go downstairs\n\nin just your white briefs\n\nbecause who the hell cares at 2am\n\nand you're all the way to the fridge before you realize\n\nhe's there\n\nin the living room\n\nno TV\n\njust asleep\n\nand you set the soda on the counter\n\nadjust your already-full sheath\n\nand pad over to the La-Z-Boy\n\nwhere he sits fully reclined\n\nin the same briefs\n\nsame brand\n\none size bigger\n\nand an oversize t-shirt\n\nwith three distinct bulges between his legs\n\nand you're so uncomfortable so you skin back your sheath\n\nand dress left\n\nlike it matters\n\nbecause if he wakes up\n\nhe's gonna see it no matter what.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen you know you should know better\n\nbut you can't help it\n\nit's right\n\nfucking\n\nthere\n\nthe thing you've been thinking of for about ever\n\nsoft\n\nunbothered\n\nteasing you\n\nbut that's your heart putting words in your brain\n\nthe heart that jumps and flutters around your chest\n\nmaking you more nauseous the closer your paw gets\n\nand you know this could be the end\n\nbut you don't care\n\nbut you do\n\nbut you tell yourself that as your fingers find soft warmth and squeeze.\n\nThat feeling you get when he wakes up.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen he looks down at your paw\n\nand up at your eyes\n\nand down\n\nand up\n\nand you wonder if his mind is going a million miles a second\n\njust like yours is\n\nand you know he knows\n\nand you know he sees\n\nyour erection\n\nsmells it\n\nhow could he not\n\nand you stand your ground\n\nscared shitless\n\nbut you squeeze again\n\njust barely\n\nand his face betrays nothing\n\nand you see what you're going to look like in thirty years\n\nand it's not that bad\n\nand he starts to fill out in your grasp\n\nbecause he's a warm-blooded male\n\nor maybe it's you\n\nyou can't tell\n\nbecause he's not speaking\n\njust swelling\n\nand through the cotton he's pushing out of his sheath\n\njust barely\n\nand your fingertip is wet suddenly\n\nand in the most neutral voice he can muster\n\nsays that you should go to bed\n\nand you're relieved\n\nbecause you're not blatantly in trouble\n\nand that's got to count for something\n\ndoesn't it.\n\nDoesn't it?\n\nThat feeling you get when you wake up the next morning\n\nnot knowing\n\nsimply not knowing.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen you spend the next week\n\nwondering why he won't talk to you about it\n\nwhy he won't bring it up\n\nand everything seems normal\n\nseems\n\nbut the tension is there\n\nnot sexual tension\n\nbut tension tension\n\nand it's killing you\n\nsoftly\n\nand all you want to do is ask him what he's thinking\n\nbut you're afraid of what he might say\n\nbut he hasn't rejected you\n\nso there's that\n\nand Mom doesn't know\n\nbecause you'd know if she knew\n\nand you wonder if you can go the rest of your life\n\nnever knowing\n\nand you don't even know that.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nthree weeks later\n\nwhen you wake up\n\nand it's 2am again\n\nbecause your clock is right next to your pillow\n\nbut you're not alone\n\nyou can sense it\n\nbut you haven't moved\n\nso you stare into the dark\n\nand wait\n\nand eventually you hear paws on the carpet\n\nand you smell his scent before he even rounds the corner of the bed\n\nand you feel the displacement of air\n\nas he faces you and stops\n\nstanding\n\nwearing only those briefs\n\nyou know\n\nbecause they're so bright compared to his fur\n\npushed down under his belly while you wear yours up and over\n\nand he's as hard as he can be\n\nwithout busting out of the sheath\n\nand there are questions you want to ask\n\nbut they would ruin the moment\n\nruin whatever this moment is\n\nif it's even a moment at all\n\nand you can't see his face\n\nit's shielded by darkness\n\nso you concentrate below\n\nturn onto your side\n\nand reach out for whatever you can get.\n\nThat feeling you get when you pull down his undies.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen the cloud of musk hits you full on\n\nright in the snout\n\ntwo inches of pink\n\n(you know it's pink because you're pink)\n\nescaped already\n\nand your side is getting sore\n\nso you move to sit on the edge of the bed\n\nand he backs up to let you\n\nno words\n\nno sounds\n\nand comes back in close to meet your ready paws\n\nyou try to look up again\n\nbut he gently pushes on your muzzle\n\nand you know you're not meant to\n\nnot tonight\n\nso you cup his sac in one paw\n\nand grip his sheath with the other\n\nthey're so big\n\nso warm\n\nso alive\n\nand now he grunts\n\njust enough so you can hear\n\nand before you can get two strokes off\n\nhe grasps your shoulder\n\nclaws digging\n\ndrawing blood\n\ntrembling\n\nand suddenly everything is sticky and hot\n\nand the scent overwhelming\n\nyou gasp\n\nand it's all over\n\nand he steps away\n\npulls his underwear off\n\nand walks out.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\none minute later\n\nwhen you use his cum as lube\n\nwear his whities like a hat\n\nand sniff the front like a line of fine cocaine\n\nas you make your own puddles on your chest.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen for the next week\n\nhe doesn't even acknowledge that anything's happened\n\nand the only thing more maddening\n\nis not knowing if it'll ever happen again.\n\nThat feeling you get the next night when he sidles around the door\n\nwithout bothering to keep quiet\n\nlocks it\n\nclimbs onto the bed\n\nalready naked\n\nstraddles your chest\n\npaws pressed against the wall\n\nand waits for your move\n\nand there's only a thin sheet\n\nkeeping your sheath from his tailhole\n\nbecause you sleep naked now\n\nbecause you've been hoping\n\nand he's closer than ever\n\nand the only logical thing you can think to do\n\nis stick your tongue out and lick his balls\n\nhot and silky\n\nso heavy\n\nso full\n\nand as if reading your mind\n\nwhispers, \"Not since last time\"\n\na paw on your head\n\nnot guiding\n\njust there\n\nstroking the tip of one ear\n\nand you can't take it anymore\n\nso you take a cheek in each paw\n\nand engulf him\n\npushing his sheath down with your lips\n\npast the shaft\n\npast the knot\n\nflavor flooding your tongue\n\nwondering if he knows this is your first time\n\nand once your teeth are covered\n\nyou zone out\n\nand your whole world is the cock between your lips\n\nand when your neck gets sore\n\nhe holds you still\n\npaw on your neck\n\nand gently fucks your throat\n\nand you never gag\n\nyou're so proud of yourself\n\nyou can't even wrap your brain around what's happening\n\nlike all your hopes and dreams wrapped up in this one night\n\nand why is he doing this\n\nwhy won't he talk about it\n\nbut he's never been the talking type\n\nso he bumps his knot against your fangs\n\ngrowls from somewhere deep down inside\n\nthe warning never comes\n\nyour throat is just suddenly full\n\nand you're swallowing\n\nand swallowing\n\nit's not that bad\n\nbut it's enough to keep you busy\n\nand how can he stay so silent\n\nis he hot for you\n\nis he just mad\n\nbut when he pulls off\n\nand you taste him\n\nambrosia\n\nhe dismounts\n\nsaunters into your bathroom\n\nthat echo of piss again\n\nand when he's about to leave\n\nyou call his name to his shadow\n\nand he tells you to go to bed\n\nso you do\n\nbut not before taking care of yourself\n\nand this time\n\nyou keep your wrist away\n\nand don't hold back.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen the days go by\n\none\n\ntwo\n\nthree\n\nand you can't concentrate at school\n\nand your grades are starting to slip\n\nand you wonder what you'll say when he brings up your report card\n\nyou can try to blame it on him\n\nbut it won't work\n\nand you try to figure out what to do\n\nand you have no answer\n\nbecause he's harder to read than ever\n\nand you thought the sex was supposed to bring you closer\n\nand you wonder if you've created a monster.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen your mom announces a trip to your ailing aunt\n\nand she's taking your sister\n\nand the look he gives you at breakfast\n\nthose eyes\n\nmake you feel like prey.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nafter they've left\n\nand you've tucked yourself in\n\nbut you can't go to sleep\n\nbecause you can't get his eyes out of your mind\n\nand as soon as Mom's car leaves\n\nhe's on the stairs\n\nup the stairs\n\nin your door so fast you yelp\n\non the bed\n\non top of you\n\nnaked\n\nwhen did he have time to get naked\n\nbelly to belly\n\nbulge to bulge\n\nnose to nose\n\nremnants of dessert on his breath\n\nbanana pudding\n\nand vanilla wafers\n\nand in the low light the nightshine in his eyes\n\ncasts fear into your heart\n\nand as he pins your wrists to the bed\n\nhe says, \"This is all your fault.\"\n\nThat feeling you get when he shoves his tongue against yours.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen all you can do is lay there\n\nand be molested\n\nenjoying every precious second\n\nbecause each could be the last\n\nbefore he comes to his senses\n\nbut he's still kissing you\n\nbreathing out his nose\n\nhard\n\nsnot on your cheek ruff\n\npre on your sheets\n\non your sheath\n\nand he finally pulls off\n\nand away\n\ntears the bedding down\n\nrolls you onto your belly\n\nlike you're resisting\n\nrumbles, \"You brought this on yourself\"\n\nand proceeds to eat you out.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nthat no words could ever hope to describe.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen you're trying to form words\n\nbut all that comes out is sounds\n\ndeep\n\nguttural\n\nuninhibited\n\nand he matches you volume for volume\n\nand you had no idea your butt could feel so good\n\njust like the stories\n\njust like the videos\n\nhe has to be a foot inside there\n\nhis thumbs spreading you wide\n\nyour fur matted\n\nslick\n\nand he lets up with one last spit\n\nright on that hole\n\nand he's pinning you down\n\nand you feel its heat\n\nand thickness\n\nprodding at you\n\nand you hope you can take it\n\nand then you do take it\n\nwhether you like it or not\n\nand you do\n\nyou like it a hell of a lot\n\nthe pain is beautiful\n\nand at least he makes sure you're comfortable\n\nbefore he starts plowing\n\nbut after that there's no restraint\n\nand your entire world is that connection\n\nthat spreading\n\nthose nerves\n\nthe man who made you\n\nproving his virility once again\n\ntaking out his frustrations\n\nshowing he cares the only way he knows how\n\nand you manage to wrest a paw free\n\nto shove down\n\nand feel the place where your flesh meets his\n\nand feel the motion\n\nand feel the stretching\n\nand feel his knot start to swell\n\nand feel each and every shot of seed as he bellows\n\n\"God DAMMIT why, son?\"\n\nsixteen\n\nsixteen shots\n\nthe bed soaked beneath you\n\nyou never touched yourself\n\nand he collapses\n\nlike a house of cards\n\nand all you can do is breathe\n\nand stare into space\n\nthinking you must be dreaming\n\nbut then he begins snoring\n\nand you know you're not\n\nand it lulls you to sleep\n\nbut the dreams never come.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen you wake up\n\nin the not-light just before daybreak\n\nand he's spooning you\n\nasleep\n\none strong arm around your chest\n\nhis sheath nestled between your buttocks\n\nand you never want to leave.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhen you wake up\n\non your back\n\nyour cock surrounded by heat\n\nand you look down\n\nto see him nursing on your hardon\n\nclumsily\n\nand you tell him he doesn't have to\n\nand he says thank you\n\nbecause he doesn't know if he can\n\nand you understand\n\nbecause even if he can't\n\nyou can\n\nand as you crawl between his legs\n\nlooking up over his belly\n\nat his face\n\nwith his cock just below your lips\n\nyou meet his gaze\n\nand go down\n\noh so slowly\n\nburied in his scent\n\nbecause nothing says, \"I love you\"\n\nlike sucking the seed out of your sire.\n\nThat feeling you get\n\nwhenever he gives you that look\n\npassing in the hall\n\nplaying footsie under the dinner table\n\nwatching the game\n\nchanging the spark plugs\n\nwhen you know tonight's going to be\n\none of those nights\n\nand he still hasn't been able to talk about it\n\nabout what's really in his head\n\nbut you figure\n\nif you give him enough time\n\nhe'll come around\n\nand one night\n\nwhile you're still tied\n\nhe'll share with you\n\nwhy he decided to take the chance\n\nwhat made up his mind\n\nwhat it was you did\n\nor if it was all him\n\nbut it really doesn't make a difference\n\nbecause you're here\n\nand he's here\n\nand that's all that matters.\n\nThat's the kind of feeling you get.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}