# Under The Covers

Author: ReLiTe
Tags: Blowjob, Canine, Cub, Deep Throat, Dog, Father, Gay, Handjob, Husky, Incest, M/M, Oral, Pup, Siberian Husky, Son, Underage

I had writer's block with the story I was writing, so I decided to come up with something else to end the long drought of stories. This short story is gonna do just that. It tells of a young Husky pup named Josh and his late night adventure in his dad's bed...
I really enjoyed writing from the point of view of a child. Let me know what you thought! Thanks everyone for your support!
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I wake up and see that I'm in bed with Daddy. I must have fallen asleep with him watching TV again. His arms are around me and my tummy is hot where he's hugging me. I look out of the window and see that the moon is almost full, but not quite. It's really bright, and the sky is a nice, dark blue, with loads of white stars shining. I look up at Daddy, who is being really loud. He's snoring, and I see drool come out of his open muzzle. I quietly laugh to myself as I watch it roll down his face and onto his chest. 

'I've gotta go back to sleep', I tell myself. Daddy doesn't like me being up late at night. It must be about 10! I'm not sleepy, but I close my eyes anyway and start counting sheep, but when I see the 100th sheep jump over the fence, I give up. I open my eyes. 'I'm really not sleepy tonight...' I manage to shrug my shoulders (Daddy's holding me really tight) as I think about what I should do now. Then I smile and think to myself: 'I can go on an adventure!'

I gently grab Daddy's arms and slowly pull them away from my burny chest, and I rest them next to him so they don't get tired. Then, I think about what I can do first. I decide that my first mission is to get to the other side of the bed, so I go under the covers and giggle quietly as I get on my tummy and slowly crawl through the tunnel to the other side. About halfway through, though, I feel something warm hit my chin. Curious, I pull the quilt up away from me and Daddy to get a better look.

It's a long, thick pole of some kind, and it's got lines coming out of it. My mouth opens wide as I stare at the big thing because I'm not sure what it is. 'I wonder how long it is...?' I decide to use my paws to measure it. To my surprise, I find that it's the same length as my paws stacked on top of each other. I realise that Daddy might get cold, so I pull the quilt back over him, making sure it doesn't cover the pole. 'What does it feel like?' my brain asks me. I slowly reach towards it and gently grab it with my paw. It feels squishy, but hard at the same time. I gasp as it moves in my paw. 

'I think it likes me touching it...' I slowly rub up and down the pole with my paw wrapped around it. I keep moving my paw like this, and I giggle again as it twitches a bit more in my paw. Then I lean forward and give the pole a sniff. 'It smells really good...' I think to myself. 'I wonder if it tastes good, too...' I lean forward a bit more and stick out my tongue, and I run it up from the bottom to the top of the pole, and I hear Daddy moaning softly in his sleep as the pole moves. I look up at him and I get an idea. 'If me making the pole happy makes Daddy happy, too, then...' 

I decide that the thing is Daddy's warm, juicy popsicle, and that I should suck on it. I open my maw up wide, and take the whole top of the pole in it. It feels sort of rubbery in my mouth, and I like it. I can't describe the taste, but I know I like that, too. Daddy begins to breathe more heavier, and I feel the pole twitch again in my muzzle as I move my head up and down on it. I hear Daddy grunt quietly, and then I feel something warm and liquid-y land on my tongue. I move my head back and stick out my tongue to have a look.

There's a tiny bit of clear watery stuff on it, and it's really gooey and sticky, and it reminds me of runny jelly. I swallow it, and I lick my lips and say "mmm" at the tasty flavour. Then I go back to sucking on the popsicle, lapping my tongue against it. I keep moving my head forwards, seeing how much of it I can fit in my muzzle. I see that I can take about half of it before I have to go back to sucking on the top of it. I feel really proud of myself, but I wanna take more of it, so I make it into a game. 

I suck on the top, then take it further in. I see how far I go, then move back and start over. After 12 tries, I finally manage to take it all in, the tip of my nose touching Daddy's tummy. As I go back to sucking on the top of the pole, though, I hear Daddy grunt again a bit louder, and more gooey stuff lands on my tongue. It tastes different this time, though, and there's a lot more of it. I wait for it all to come out, then I stick my tongue out again to see it. It's not the same as the jelly water before. It's sort of milky white, and it tastes sweeter. I gulp it down and smack my lips, once again enjoying the taste. 

I watch as the popsicle gets smaller, so I decide that it doesn't want me to suck it any more. I say goodbye to it softly, then climb back up the bed and lay my head on my pillow. I pull the covers back over me, and I kiss Daddy gently on his nose and say goodnight to him, too. Then I pull his arms back around me, and as I feel him squeeze me again, I smile and I fall asleep. When I wake up, I see that the sun's come up, so I turn around and quickly lick Daddy's nose. "Morning, Daddy!" Daddy groans (because he doesn't like getting up in the morning) but then opens his eyes and smiles at me. "Morning, Josh, my boy. How did you sleep?" I grin and shake my head. "I didn't really, Daddy. I went on an adventure!"

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