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Hey ya'll. This is a quick little short that I banged out in a single sitting. If there's interest in the pairing and the kink, I"ll write another, longer story ( or two ) that's a bit more in-depth. I'll just have to think about how the MC goes about fulfilling his fantasy.

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The heat hit me as soon as I opened the door, rushing out and enveloping my body like a wall of torrid fog. I groaned and hit the lights and fan as I shambled inside. Summer in the south was a real bitch. It seemed like Mother Nature jumped straight from chilly winter to sweltering summer, without so much as a week's pause between the two. It just wasn't fair, damn it.

"Dad, you home yet?" I looked around the place, but his keys weren't on the table, and I didn't hear anyone. Must have gotten caught in traffic, I thought. I sighed and peeled off my sweaty work shirt, cringing as the wet, sticky cotton came free of my fur. Now I know how a banana feels. Ick.

I threw the shirt aside in disgust and headed straight for the bathroom. In the winter, all my downy black and white fur was the envy of my more thin-furred friends, but now... I was damn close to shaving it all off just to the feel the air on my skin- Yet, as tempting as that was, the thought of being a bald skunk was less than appetizing. Not even Pepe could make that work.

I snagged a fresh pair of shorts from my bedroom and left a trail of shoes, socks, and jeans on the floor behind me on my way to the bathroom. Dad wouldn't mind; he made messes of his own often enough. That was one of the upsides to living with family, but of course, there were drawbacks.

It kind of made both our social lives a bit awkward. I couldn't remember the last time I'd brought a date back home. How could I? I share a place with my dad wasn't something you wanted to explain to a hook-up. I was willing to bet it cut both ways, because he never brought anyone back home when he went out.

Of course, with the hours we worked... It wasn't like either of us had much time for a social life.

My paw went for the hot water knob, but I stopped myself. The last thing I needed was more heat. I twisted the cold water to full blast, braced myself, and stepped head-first into the icy torrent. My chest seized in shock, then went limp and limber as the cold water wound round my torso and snaked down my legs. After spending all day long in a sweltering kitchen, the relief it brought me was just short of orgasmic.

Small burns and cuts on my fingers flared up as the water flowed across them, then faded into nothingness. Little wounds were inevitable when you worked a kitchen. The pain had long since stopped bothering me. I lathered up and rinsed the soap from my fur, then stayed beneath the water until it went from cool and refreshing to bone-chilling cold.

Dad came in just as I was stepping out. I heard the rattle-clack of keys being thrown onto the coffee table, then a booming voice said, "Jesus Christ it's hot in here."

I smiled, dried myself off just enough so that I wasn't dripping wet, then pulled my loose shorts and stepped out to meet him. "It was worse before I turned the fans on," I said. "Think of how hot it must get during the day, when we aren't here."

He blew out an amused snort and turned to face me, kicking the door shut with his booted heel. "Must be murder in the kitchen with all that heat. I don't know how you do it. At least I get to work outside."

I watched as he walked across the room to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. The cap came off with a quick twist of his big black paws and he took a long pull, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and down with every swallow. When nothing but a mouthful remained, he dumped it out across his face and swept a paw through his hair. The motion made one side of his thick chest ripple under the black Under Armour he wore beneath his open navy blue uniform jacket.

It took me a beat to realize I'd been ogling my dad. Quickly, I looked away and put on my best-worst smile. "Yeah, well, there's no such thing as a cold kitchen so I guess I just have to tough it out!" I coughed up a chuckle and turned away to kick my scattered clothes through the open doorway to my bedroom, trying not to think about what I'd caught myself doing.

Even though it made me feel some kind of awful to even think about it, I couldn't deny the fact that my dad was a real stud. It wasn't the first time I'd looked at him, leered at him like that. He was ex-military, and his security work kept him firm and fit from head to toe. Physically, he was nothing short of aged perfection. But, despite all the muscle and grit, he was a guy with a kind heart. He'd taken care of me for many years, and never once raised a hand or his voice to me.

My father was just the kind of man I could really fall for... If he were anyone else.

The wood floor creaked beneath his shifting feet as he pulled himself free of his jacket and threw it on the couch. "You want to order a pizza?" He glanced at me. "I'm guessing you don't want to cook after a day like that one. We've got about another half hour before all the places close up for the night."

Takeout? My eyes ticked to his bulging, sweaty arms. The scent of him was in the air, a rich, potent musk that swirled down into my chest with every breath. Eager for a little space, I hooked my thumb over my shoulder. "Why don't I just go get it? I'll go grab a shirt, then run down the corner and grab a pie. It'll give me a chance to dry off."

"Well, if you don't mind..." He shrugged and dug out his wallet, then fished out a twenty and laid it on the counter. "Just get the usual. Nothing weird."

Nothing weird. No sir.

I ducked back into my bedroom to grab a loose tank top, pulled it on, and grabbed the money without looking at him. "I'll be back in a sec," I said as I hurried out the door. I didn't stop to grab my keys or lock up.

The air outside was sticky and hot, but the openness of the street kept it from being as oppressive as it was inside. Now and then a breeze would blow, kicking up trash and wicking the moisture from my wet fur. It felt good, especially when it cut through the mesh of my shorts and blew across my thighs. I took a moment to just rest and breathe, trying to calm myself, but there was nothing I could do to quiet my shameful thoughts.

Ever since I'd first realized I had a thing for guys I'd always had a little...Thing for him. I thought it would have gone away once I got older, but it had only gotten worse, and our schedules weren't helping things. Since we went to work at around the same time, we often showered one after another- Which was bad, no matter how I sliced it. Either I ended up coming out before him with nothing but a towel on, or I'd catch him as he emerged in a similar state.

Now that it was summer, he'd probably start sleeping naked again. Rrrrr. The last time it had gotten hot out, I'd caught him making a few late night trips to the kitchen wearing nothing but his fur. I never knew that fridge-light could be flattering until I'd seen it painting shadows across the hard, muscled planes of his mature, masculine form.

I forced myself to stop dwelling on those thoughts and start walking, trying ignore the swishing sensation of my mesh shorts brushing against my half-hard cock with every step. Things went soft by the time I reached the corner pizzeria, but I couldn't stop thinking of him. Thoughts of my father, indecent, illicit thoughts stayed with me all the way there, and all the way back, dogging me, driving me wild.

I made a promise to myself, attempting to bribe my body and mind into silence. If I could just hold out a few short days, if I could last until the weekend, I was going to find a big hunk of a skunk and have him drill my ass raw. Maybe I'd even call him daddy while he did it_._ All I had to do was keep it together until I could get it out of my system, and then everything would be back to normal, right?

Sure.

After a quick check to make sure my boner hadn't come back, I threw open the apartment door and stepped inside with the pie balanced on one hand. "Pizza's here!" I called as I came in, kicking the door shut behind me. Pops was nowhere to be seen, but the sound of rushing water gave me a hint as to where he was.

I set the pizza down on the coffee table and fetched a couple cans of pop from the fridge. By the time I'd settled in on the couch, dad had finished up in the shower. The water cut off, and a few seconds later, the door bathroom door swung open.

Try as I might, I couldn't resist looking up as he stepped out into the main room. His black and white fur was matted down close to his skin, giving him a wild and wet look that lent an almost dangerous appearance to his strong, chiseled features. A towel was tied loosely around his waist, allowing me free rein to leer discretely at his finely-honed physique. His arms were as thick as my legs, his thighs as big around as tree trunks, and his chest was one great barrel of rounded muscle.

If I was drooling, it wasn't because of the pizza.

The air in the apartment felt like it was broiling, and I realized with a small start that I'd gone hard all over again. Cursing mentally, I stooped over so that the waist of my shirt hung over my swollen shorts.

"Thanks," he said. For some stupid reason, I thought he meant for the way I'd been staring at him. I froze, then breathed out a sigh when I realized he'd meant the pizza.

"No problem," I said, smiling like a cat who'd been two seconds shy of getting caught with a mouthful of canary. "I left your change under the box."

He smiled and shrugged, causing the towel slip a little from his waist. I held my breath as the knot began to unfurl and the cloth slid down a few inches, but it stopped short of revealing anything juicy. "Crap," he muttered, grabbing at the towel. "Better change before I eat. Try not to scarf it all down before I get back, alright?" I nodded stiffly and watched as he turned and walked away, the white of his right thigh flashing with each step.

Man oh man.

I got up the second he shut his door, my painfully-hard erection jutting out against the front of my mesh shorts. I couldn't stay there and eat while trying to hide my boner from him, I knew I wouldn't succeed.

I walked quickly and quietly into my bedroom and shut the door, fumbling for the lock with my left hand. Was I panting? I'd gone less than twenty feet, but I felt like I was out of breath and my heart was beating out a drum solo.

The coming weekend held the promised the relief of an anonymous hookup, but I needed to blow off some steam right then and there or I was going to do something real stupid. I wriggled my way free of my shorts, tugging them down my hips with rushed jerks. My dick sprang free with surprising energy, black and throbbing and glistening wet at the spongy tip.

My back went flat against the door and I bit my bottom lip to swallow back a groan as I closed my fist around my tool. The skin was still cool and clammy as the water on it hadn't completely dried, as was my palm. Things got a little rough as I started to tug, using the skin of my cock like a sleeve.

This time, I didn't fight it. I didn't try lying to myself about what I wanted, what I desired. I just pictured him in my mind wearing nothing more than a towel, my paw jumping up and down the length of my cock with the frenzied speed of a teenager that was just coming into his own. My heartbeat quickened as I imagined that towel tumbling from my father's hips, revealing everything that I so desired.

I sucked in a breath through my nose, not daring to open my mouth. It was so _wrong_to be thinking of him like that, to imagine my own father bending me over the counter and railing my ass as hard and rough as he wanted- But the sinfulness and the shame of it made it all the sweeter.

A soft and steady_schickshickshick_ sound grew faster and louder as my paw built speed and force, and I prayed he couldn't hear me, but I knew I couldn't stop. Not now, not as I imagined how big he was, and how amazing it would be to have him crammed deep inside of my ass.

"Dean," he called from the living room. "Where'd you go?"

"Out in a minute!" I shouted back. My paw never missed a beat. I shoved my other paw down between my thighs and juggled my nuts in my palm, squeezing, rolling them around as the pleasure formed heady bands of tension throughout my stomach.

"Aahuahh," I gasped out under a thready breath, gritting my teeth and trembling as my cock spat a load of cum across the floor. I clamped my fist down around my flesh and kept pumping, my back arched against the door. All the tension bled away as my orgasm dribbled out onto the hardwood floor at my feet, granting me a much needed release.

Pangs of guilt crept up on me as the heights of climax were replaced by the dull warmth of afterglow. It hadn't been the first time I'd jerked off with him in mind, but... It had been the first time I'd done it without lying to myself about what I was doing, or what I'd wanted.It wasn't right.. But then, when was love and lust ever about right and wrong?

I sucked a few stray droplets of cum from my fingers, then wiped up the mess on the floor with my shorts. The whole room smelled like skunk cum and young musk, so I threw open a window before I pulled on a pair of tight briefs and some sweats. If I got hard again, at least I'd be able to conceal it.

I spritzed myself with body spray to hide the lingering scent of arousal that still hung around me, took one last breath to calm myself, then put my shaky hand on the doorknob. Nothing was going to change, not tonight, but maybe tomorrow would be a different story...