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So what makes a dad? No not a dad, a daddy, papa is acceptable too? There are a lot of ingredients, the belly, of course, sure muscle daddies can be fun, but a six-pack is nowhere near as comfortable as a big cuddly tummy when you want to snuggle up watching the telly. Ok, yes I know you are not checking out guys in the pub going 'fuck yeah, you know he likes to snuggle', but when you have been fucking all Friday night nothing beats a Saturday on the sofa just resting on a big warm cuddle monster, binge watching Game of Thrones while your ring slowly recovers from the night before.

Of course, if you are looking for a daddy you have to know how to spot the good ones. There are plenty of big guys out there, but not many real daddies. I got really lucky my first time out, not many rookies hit a century their first at-bat (That is a cricket joke, yes I'm a Limey, translation for you Yanks et al, hit a grand slam home run on my debut baseball game). However, I did through pure luck, I think.

I wasn't a confident young man, five foot six inches tall one of the shortest in my school. Most wolves grow way bigger, I was truly a runt. Skinny too, never could put weight on. Luckily, my fur is quite thick so I didn't look quite as skinny as I was. Grey and white fur, classic pattern, green eyes. Nothing really remarkable about me, I was bullied, but never too bad I wasn't really enough of a presence in school for people to care. Oh, and I was gay but I never told anyone that.

The gay thing I kept to myself, in my room, where I would find pictures or videos online and jerk off several times a night. I swear my last year in high school you could have filled an Olympic sized swimming pool with all the wolf spunk I milked out of myself, not sure you would want to swim in it though. Anyway, I noticed the one thing I wasn't checking out was the guys in my school, some of them were ok, cute even, but they just didn't hit my buttons.

No, I was checking out my teachers, those guys twice or thrice my age. You know the type, big cuddly and friendly. We had this one polar bear teacher, mmm Mr Barton the biology teacher, fuck did he star in my wet dreams often. Surprising how much I was willing to do to get an A grade, though it turns out I wasn't willing to actually study and ended up with a B minus. Mr Barton made that ok, with a friendly pat on my shoulder and a kind word so I forgot to pout and snuck into the bathroom for a quick tug on my rocket instead.

Now sadly, nothing ever happened with Mr Barton, he was a married man and a good teacher. Truth was that I was way too shy to do anything at high school. It wasn't until I was at uni that I started to explore my desires. My first week staying away and I headed to a gay bar I had researched online. The Bois for Men club, it wasn't subtle and neither was the neon sign outside.

My paws were trembling when I handed over my id card to the bouncer. Mmm, he was tasty, a lot of muscle with a big tummy. He looked the thirties to me, a huge shire pony that I just wanted to polish the hooves of with my tongue. The guy gave me a slightly worried look as he handed me back my card and waved me in. I wasn't sure why at the time, I thought maybe he believed it was a false id. However, looking back I know he was thinking, 'poor little virgin, fresh meat for the grinder.'

My Id was valid, at eighteen I was allowed to drink myself into oblivion if I so chose. I was also two years past the legal age for gay sex and I was very, very conscious of that. Most of the guys in school had boasted of their sexual adventures. Most were definitely exaggerating, but at the time it felt like everyone else was having sex, while I was just hiding in my room masturbating to porn on the internet.

Stepping inside I felt my heart beginning to race, fight or flight instincts were telling me to get out. However, they were overruled by my cock which demanded I stay in. The place was pretty much exactly what I expected, the benefit of so much Internet research into the place. Though one thing all the pictures and stories couldn't have prepared me for was the smell. Beer, spirits, smoke, leather, sweat, musk and some other unidentified scents assaulted my sensitive lupine nose.

Around me, hundreds of men were drinking, dancing, talking and… oh my, some of the stories I'd found while researching were true. I could see a young lion boi, possibly my age, on his knees with a collar around his neck. It had a leash attached, that was held in the huge paw of a black bear. The brute was dressed in leather and while his little kitten kneeled on the dirty floor the bear was ignoring him and chatting up an otter. He was leaning over the young guy talking and laughing, everything about his body language told me the bear was looking for another obedient pet.

For a moment, as I stared, my eyes locked with the lion's and he gave me a possessive scowl as he reached out to grab the bear's leg. The message was clear, the feline was not really wanting to share, his paw wandered up the bear's leg only for the bruin to smack his nose lightly. Suitably corrected the feline went back to sitting, waiting for his daddy to either score with another guy, or give up and fuck his boi. From the tent, in the young otter's jeans, my guess was that the bear was getting lucky and maybe the lion would get to play if he was a good boi.

“You like that, little boy?" I almost squealed in terror as the question rumbled down from above and behind me. I turned to find the dim lights of the bar were blotted out by the giant standing behind me. I was a wolf boi, but before me stood a wolf god, a titan. Seven plus foot tall, his shoulders broad and rippling with muscle. Fur as black as midnight, not a hint of white anywhere and I could see a lot of him because all he was wearing were some black leather shorts. His yellow eyes glowed as they stared at me, as did the red tip of the cigar he had between his lips.

“I… I…" words had abandoned me, they had taken one look at the monster and fled, all except my good old friend I. “I…"

“He's way too inexperienced for you," this second voice originated behind the wolf and I could not see the owner. “Why don't you go find one of the more slutty bois, one with low standards?" The voice continued and the wolf spun around to face him. I stood rooted to the spot by sheer terror and arousal, my cock liked the sight and thought of the wolf, though the rest of me was still trembling with shock.

“What's it to do with you, monkey boy?" The wolf growled as I leaned around him to see who he was addressing. It wasn't a monkey, it was an ape, a gorilla to be specific. His fur was dark, but under the neon bar lights, it held a soft purple glow. There were some light hints of grey in his black hair. The ape was sitting on a stool by the bar, his prehensile feet gripping the footrest to give him extra support. He wasn't as big as the wolf, but his face held no trace of fear. Soft and gentle purple eyes glanced at me and he gave me a kind reassuring smile.

“Nothing at all, except I don't like to see rough guys like you bullying sweet young things into doing stuff they ain't ready for. So why don't you piss off and find someone who isn't going to bleed when you fuck em rough, raw and bareback." I winced at those words, yet I knew the ape was right. The wolf was clearly a predator, both sexual and otherwise.

“He is old enough to look out for himself," snorted the wolf, through clenched teeth. He gave me a look that made me feel like a piece of a grade beef cooked blue and served up with bread and butter. This was a beast who would devour me whole, and have room for seconds.

“And you are old enough to know better, plenty of experienced bois are looking at you wanting a piece, go hit on one of them. Leave this little one until he is good and ready," the gorilla replied calmly but firmly. For a moment I saw the two locking eyes, the wolf trying to make the ape back down.

The stalemate ended when the lupine took a long draw on his cigar and blew a cloud of smoke into the gorilla's kind face. “Whatever, you can have him, he's so scrawny he probably couldn't be with a real man without crying." With that, the wolf left quickly and I found myself alone with my… I wasn't sure what he was, saviour or maybe a busybody. After all, it was my life and he had jumped in to make a decision for me.

“T...thanks, I think," I muttered quietly stepping up closer to the gorilla. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, no shoes just special gloves to protect his feet from sharp objects. The gorilla also had a bit of a gut, glasses on his face as well. My heart definitely fluttered when he gave me a smile and waved at the stool next to him.

“Don't mention it, though if you are going to come into places like this you will need to deal with guys like that," he replied. His voice was deep and rich, it seemed to drizzle into my ear like warm melted chocolate. I found myself staring at his face, it looked so kind, wise too and yet his smile was warm and happy. His lips were thick and inviting, almost immediately I was wondering what it would be like to press my lips to his, or better yet to feel those plump lips around my quite erect wolf meat.

I hopped up onto the stool next to him, the old guy gave me a nod and asked, “so, what you drinking?" His voice had a vague northern twang, Yorkshire possibly but only just a vague hint of the accent.

“Carling please," I replied, my voice squeaking as I realised a hot guy was buying me a drink in a gay bar.

“Oh dear, barkeep get me a pint of the Abners black, coconut porter ale, and a pint of piss for the kid," the otter paused behind the bar and just for a moment I saw his paw move to his pants flies. “I mean Carling, a pint of that Carling piss." The gorilla chuckled and leaned towards me, “forgot what kind of bar I was in for a moment. I only come here because it is the only gay bar in walking distance. Plus, well I think a lot of you bois like us more softer daddy types."

I was dumbstruck, he was hot. However, more than he was nice and he was buying me a drink. What do you say when a guy swoops in, saves you and buys you a beer? 'Thank you, may I suck your cock, Sir?' I actually heard a boi say that to a daddy he was trying to seduce, not so subtly, a few weeks later. Oh, and cause I know you want to know the daddy bear said yes and the fox boi sucked him off right in his bar stool.

Bois for men wasn't a place for subtle innuendo or gentle shy flirting. It was a place bois went to get fucked by men, often on the dancefloor. When my pint arrived I finally managed to say, “thank you." Picking it up I took a huge mouthful, I thought I needed it to steady my nerves. While I drank, I looked back at the roomful of horny guys and almost choked to see a familiar lion boi, his leash being tugged hard while a black bear's hips slammed into him and his face was fucked by the young otter. Apparently, I had misread what was going on, from the gleeful look on the feline's maw this was what he wanted, he just hadn't wanted anyone to blunder in and stop his dad from working his magic.

“Ah, you have to admire the subtlety don't you?" Snorted the gorilla in my ear. “of course, if that is what you came in here for you can find it easy enough. Personally, I like privacy and to take my time, especially with a new guy. You have to be gentle, open him up until he is not just ready for your cock but begging for it, then when he begs…" my eyes were full of rough sex and my ears were delighting in his sweet and sexy words. While below it all my cock was throbbing in desperation. Then as he spoke I felt a paw on my knee and I gasped, he squeezed and whispered softly right into my ears, “you give it to him, just as hard as he can take it."

That was all it took, I was his. He didn't need to open me up I was ready to beg right there and then. From the look on his face, he knew it. He drained his entire pint and then muttered huskily, “my place is just ten minutes walk, you ready to go, son?"

Ready to go? My cock was so hard I could have used it to knock down walls. Sometimes a simple yes isn't enough and yet it suffices, “yes."

A strong arm draped around my shoulder and I found myself swept to my feet, as the gorilla purred in my ear, “I thought you might be, this way." The big guy steered me expertly through the crowds, keeping his arm around my shoulders. His hand squeezed my shoulder and I felt safer with him that I could remember. The streets outside were cold, I pushed against his warm bulk.

He didn't say too much as he steered me through the streets, just the odd word, mostly comforting and letting me know exactly where we were headed. It was like he was showing me around, pointing out shops he frequented and a coffee shop that served really great home baked cakes. It made the place seem more familiar and it kept my mind off the destination, and what I knew would happen there. Although my mind was mildly distracted my cock had razor sharp and singular vision. All it could see was what it wanted and what we were both sure this big gorilla was going to provide.

His place was, quite surprising and yet just as I imagined it at the same time. Nice, and neat, a place for everything and everything in its place. There were pictures on the walls, his friends and family, an image of him with his arm around a young male gorilla, the family resemblance was uncanny, I had no doubt this gorilla daddy was indeed a gorilla dad. No wedding ring on his finger I noted and very few pictures of women, he probably wasn't married. That was as far as my mind took me, my cock simply reminded me that it didn't care if he was married it wouldn't let me ruin it. If he was married he was choosing to be with me and that was all I cared about.

“Please, have a seat. Would you like a drink, son? I have more beer, no Carling I'm afraid, my son likes Bud and I think there are a couple of bottles from his last visit left," there it was, confirmation he had a son...my age or possibly older, there was no knowing how long ago that picture was taken. He was looking good for his age, his fur still jet black without the slightest hint of grey. While he had a barrel tummy, his arms and legs were thick with muscle, probably from his day job, as a builder.

“A bud will do," I replied, my nerves steadying a little, my voice only trembled a little. He gave me a warm smile and a nod and grabbed two bottles out of the fridge. I sat watched as he popped their caps with a bottle opener, smiling a little as with the same motion the cap came off it was flicked to land perfectly in the bin. He was showing off, just a little, for me! Warm feelings filled me as he joined me on the sofa, handing a bottle and then slipping an arm around his shoulder, “name's Jethro by the way. My friends call me Jef…" for a moment he paused and gave me a slightly odd look before adding," though, if you want, you can call me Daddy."

I felt the heat of my blush filling my face as I could no longer hold his gaze, I took a swig from my bottle just to hide it then said, “I'm Alex."

“That's a good name, can always trust an Alex, or an Al. Do your friends call you Al?" I shook my head, I really didn't like being called Al, my name has just four letters there is no need to shorten it. “I tend to call most young guys, son. I can stop if it bothers you." It was a kind offer, he could clearly see I was struggling with something internally and he was trying to help me relax.

“I… don't mind Son," I replied, still unable to look him in the eye as I did so.

“Don't mind… or like?" His voice almost growled the last word, I felt it vibrate through my chest and gasped just a little. It was so commanding and deep, my cock throbbed just from the tone.

There was no way I could lie to him and I knew it, “l...like, D...Daddy." My eyes fixed on his bin, I could feel my fur melting off through the heat of my embarrassment, calling another man Daddy. It felt wonderful and yet so silly, I could imagine all my friends pointing at me and laughing if they heard it.

A warm leather palm stroked my cheek and I sighed softly enjoying the soft touch, he turned my face, gently, but firmly to look at him. "It's ok, you know, there's just us here. Nobody is going to hear you but me, and I like to hear it. There's no need to be embarrassed with Daddy, I can be papa if you like. My last boyfriend liked to call me Papa Rilla."

“I… prefer Daddy," I was so shocked to hear myself admit that, I had no idea where it was coming from. However, when I looked at him, he was so clearly a Daddy, a nice big snuggly furball just looking to look out for his 'Son'.

“Daddy it is," he whispered and then he leant forward, his warm lips were pressed against mine, my heart raced like I was sprinting a marathon and my mind went white. Those soft lips parted and his tongue stroked my lips, then wriggled through them. I could taste the bitterness of his black ale, along with some sweetness, a vague hint of banana (no it's not racist I swear I could taste it and Daddy Jef did eat them, just sneakily because he hated to revert to stereotype). I began to return the kiss, hesitantly at first and then with growing confidence and passion.

His paw grabbed the bottle from my hand and I heard the two bottles clunking down on the coffee table. He did it without breaking the kiss, or the moment, a gift of a primate lover, he passed the bottles to his prehensile feet and used them to place the two bottles safely out of the way. Warm fingers stroked both cheeks and then I felt him grip my knee and squeeze. I gasped out loud breaking the kiss, looking down I could see his foot stroking up my thigh. Nothing I had seen had prepared me for this, all I could do was moan softly, whatever he was using it felt good. Little electric thrills ran up my thigh and right to my cock.

“You ok, Son?" He whispered into my ear and I nodded my head quickly. Truth was, I wasn't sure if ok fit how I was feeling, I just knew I didn't want to stop. So I returned to kissing him, and he returned to exploring me, with both his hands and feet, My t-shirt was pulled over my head and then I felt his tongue on my nipples, I cried out in bliss, my arms hanging uselessly at my sides. I wanted to touch him, but I was too afraid I would do something wrong.

Jef seemed to guess what I was thinking, but then I was far from his first young cub so he knew what to do. His fingers found my wrist and pulled it forward onto his chest, he'd stripped his top off so my fingers sank into thick, soft plush and yet damp fur. “It's ok, Son, I will tell you if you do something I don't like and you tell me if I do anything that you don't like." A very simple and basic concept, but so essential for any good lover, free and open communication. That was one of many things he taught me, to listen to my partner and to be open about what I was feeling. My paws wandered across his chest and then down around his belly, exploring the warm mass with wonder in my eyes.

However, I didn't have time to relax, his fingers found my pants and I froze up. Jef pressed his muzzle into my neck and nibbled softly, before whispering into my ear, “it's ok, son, just relax." I shivered and tried to do as he asked. However, as his fingers unfastened the buckle to my belt I could no more relax than I could make water flow uphill. I held my breath as he pulled down my jeans, closing my eyes so that I wouldn't see his reaction.

Of course, I heard his reaction and it was delightful, “well son, I have to say I like your taste in underwear." I squirmed in my seat slightly awkwardly and once more found it difficult to look into his face. My choice of underwear that night had taken me a good hour, well the choice had taken five minutes, putting it into action had taken an hour of me building up to it. A jockstrap was a new experience for me, tight and red with 'tuff puppy' on the waistband. They were among a few things I purchased as soon as I was able to have stuff delivered without the risk of motherly interception. Those and a few dildos, cause I really had to know how it felt back there.

He could see me squirming and he was smiling, maybe even chuckling a little. His paw reached up to my cheeks, “hey, it's just like the daddy thing, nothing to be embarrassed about, you look hot in those and anybody tells you different… well, they will have to deal with a paternally outraged gorilla." He gave me a wink and once more I found myself relaxing at his words. Then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I think they look really sexy on you, how about you stand up and give your Daddy a little spin, so I can… check them out?" there was a lustful growl in his voice and I knew he was going to be checking out the guy under the jock, just as much as the red fabric.

It was a giddy little thrill to stand up before him, I was so aware of myself. Skinny, awkward wolf cub, his legs spread a little too wide. I gulped and did as he asked and started to turn, very away that the tent and pre-stains on my red jock were really visible, the dark red stain was growing by the second. His purple eyes just seemed to devour me, they never left my body and I liked that feeling, of being watched by him. I knew he wasn't going to laugh, he wasn't going to say anything hurtful.

I was right too, he didn't laugh he just smiled and drank it in. When my tail was towards him I paused, wondering if I should bend over, maybe use my paws to pull my asscheeks apart, like I had seen in some pornos. In my head, I argued between him finding it sexy, and it being too much, Jef hadn't liked the public fucking, maybe I was supposed to make him work for it. Maybe I would fall over, I was a bit clumsy and I could see my nerves getting the better of me, so I turned back around, slowly.

“Beautiful, son." He purred those words and I couldn't help but notice he had sat forward in the chair while I turned, his face must have been just inches from my ass, and now was speaking from down by the tent I had pitched. “Now, do you want to move this to the bedroom? We can get more comfortable and I can start to get you ready."

If I had worries about my jocks having a pre-stain before, after that question they were virtually dripping wet. “Y… yes, please, D… Daddy." I whispered softly and he waved in the direction of his stairs.

“First door on the left," he said for a moment I wondered if he was following me. I could strangely sense his absence, and then I heard his feet moving on the carpet. When I got to the stairs I turned and I gave a little squeak. The delay had been because he had removed his pants as well and it turned out we had something in common, only his jockstrap was white. It stood out perfectly against his jet black fur, and if I thought I had pitched a tent in mine it was like a little cub play tent compared to a circus big top marquee. My mouth drooled at the huge bulge I could see, more so when he turned slightly and I could see his erection was so long the jock didn't cover his length fully. I got a glimpse at the base of a thick black shaft within a thicket of densely packed black furry foliage. “Glad to hear you approve, son."

My legs couldn't move fast enough, I rushed up the stairs, my naked foot slipping and I stumbled down onto a knee, “hey careful, son. More haste less speed, we got all night, unless you fall down my stairs in which case we might just spend the night in hospital." The mild rebuke made my ears drool, but when he pulled me up with his strong arms, I forgot all about any embarrassment.

His bedroom was much like his living room, neat and tidy, a few pictures and nice furniture. The bed was neatly made, sheets all tucked in. “Climb up, Son. Make yourself comfortable." He rumbled into my ear and I knelt down on the sheets, they were clean and fresh, felt smooth too, hospital corners I noticed. They felt cool and soft on my hot body as I crawled onto the bed. I jumped and yelped as I felt paws on my ass. “Easy, Son. I promise I'm not going to do anything you don't like. You want anything to stop you tell me. However, you look so damn hot down there on your knees, I just wanted to… admire the view."

I trembled as held still, on all fours my tail flicking nervously. While his leathery paws stroked over my rump gently, I gasped as he pulled my cheeks apart, “beautiful boy." He whispered and then I felt something that made me inhale a deep breath in shock. Warm breath, flowing over my ass, I closed my eyes tightly as my mind played me every porno I had watched, well everyone where I had seen guys burying their face in someone's ass. I had always wondered what that would feel like, but I couldn't believe he was about to do it. Surely he was just looking at me, checking my ass out before he mounted it and pumped me full of daddy rilla cum.

A soft whimper escaped my lips as I felt the warm breath again, much stronger, “Just relax, Son. Close your eyes and take long slow deep breaths, I promise you will like this." Those comforting words were still echoing in my ears as I felt something wonderful. A soft moist tip pressing to my taint, his tongue began to dance as he explored my musky crease.

You know why you can never tickle yourself? It's because you know where your fingers are, the pleasant tickling sensation, it's caused by your nerves reacting to something they were not expecting. His every touch was a wonderful tickle, a pleasurable thrill that ran right up my spine and down again to the very tip of my aching cock. The ape kept teasing me, his tongue licking closer and closer to my pucker, almost touching it. He edged so close my entire body began to tremble as I imagined the feel of his tongue on my exposed pucker. Then instead of darting up and over it, his tongue dove down, questing through my sweaty crease like he wanted to taste every square inch of me before taking my hole.

Then I cried out as out of nowhere his tongue was on my pucker. Some tops might have thrust into it, wriggling and forcing themselves into it. However, not Jef, he knew how to play a boy along, his tongue tip drummed against my hole, almost like he was knocking. Each touch made me gasp and cry out, bolts of pure pleasure ran up and down my spine. His tongue danced in random patterns teasing my ring, I couldn't get used to it, each time I thought I had the pattern figured he would change the dance.

Before I knew it, his tongue was thrusting inside me, my quivering ring having exhausted itself with the teasing his tongue slipped inside easily. I gripped his sheets tighter, while I cried out again in pleasure. My jockstrap was absolutely dripping with precum, my cock was aching within, I reached down to grab it and started to jerk myself quickly still inside my jock. His tongue wormed deeper and deeper inside me and I jerked myself faster. The feeling of his tongue swirling around was indescribable, it was better than the feel of any toy, or even my own fingers. Bolts of pleasure ran up and down my spine, my balls started to feel full and pressure inside was building.

A firm hand grabbed my wrist and his tongue pulled free of my ass, “calm down son, it's better to wait. Let it build and the orgasm will be so much better in the end." My paw let go, despite the cries of outrage from my cock, which throbbed harder and harder with need. “How about you let that calm down and you help Daddy get ready to be inside you?" While he spoke he stood up and I watched as he hooked two thumbs into his jockstrap waistband, the scrap of cloth fell leaving the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

It was long and thick, sheathed like an uncut human's, the skin looked so tight and thick. Jef certainly didn't just have length, he had girth too, I wondered if I could even get my paws all the way around it, my fingers itched with the desire to try. While, my mouth drooled at the thought of his taste, his strong musk flooding my nostrils. I sat down on the edge of the bed and just stared at the beauty. “It ain't gonna suck itself, son." Jef rumbled down from above me.

“Right, sorry, Daddy," I muttered and I swear when I called him daddy that thick juicy piece of man meat throbbed and spat a gob of pre onto the bedsheets right between my legs. My heart was racing so fast I could feel myself going dizzy, but I pushed through it. My paws reaching out and I gasped as my fingers closed around his hot length. It was so thick my thumb and index finger only just touched. The skin felt hot, sticky too, clammy with his sweat, while dribbles of precum leaked out of the tip of his sheath.

“There's a good boy, now gently pull my sheath back, and then give Daddy's cock a big kiss hello," the words, outside of this room they would sound silly, but with his cock mere inches away they sounded so sexy. I nodded my response and gripped a little tighter, feeling the meat pole throbbing right under my fingertips. Then I pulled my paw down. I watched as his sheath's puckered tip expanded and then parted, to reveal a deep, dark purple meatus. The glans was glistening with the pre that smeared off his sheath as it rolled back. I don't know if you have ever been with a human or ape who is uncut, but the way their foreskin just rolls itself up, like a tiny carpet rolling back to reveal a hardwood floor. I love how it looked.

My paws let it slide back and forward a few times, watching the black skin rug spreading out and then rolling up again and again. A grunt from above reminded me he had asked me to do something, just a gentle reminder, somehow I knew I'd get to play with his foreskin again soon. However, I knew what he wanted, and I'd be a liar if I said I didn't want it. My mouth was full of drool, which I had to swallow before leaning forward, that big purple head was pressed to my lips and I kissed it, softly. His taste flooded my lips and mouth and I moaned deeply at the sensation. Warm hot flesh, so smooth and firm, yet soft and giving too. The flavour was meaty and bitter at first giving way to a sweeter and more potent aftertaste.

With a deep and lustful moan, I pushed forward, his cock forcing my willing lips apart, sliding through them wonderfully. My tongue lapping at his flesh, while above me came the most wonderful of sounds. Deep grunts of pure pleasure, my Daddy moaning in bliss at the feel of my mouth and tongue. I felt so proud in that moment, I wanted to do more, to show him that I could bring him all the pleasure and wonder he would ever need. My muzzle pressed forward eagerly as I tried to take in his entire length. Then I heard a sharp intake of breath and a paw landed on my head stopping me pushing further

“Ok, ease up there son. You don't got to choke yourself on my cock, but you Do have to watch them sharp teeth of yours," Jef's words echoed down and my ears drooped at the thought that I had let him down, or worse hurt him. “Hey, no sad ears puppy, your mouth feels good you just need to learn to walk before you run. Now, just start with the head, slowly move back and forth over it, keep your lips over your teeth and use your tongue more, I want to feel that sweet thing licking on ma cocktip every chance you get."

I pulled myself back, watching as his glistening meat slipped free until just the head remained. Now, that is still a huge mouthful for a little cub. My tongue licked over his tip, his sheath having rolled back over it and I heard him moan softly and lustfully above me. “Mmm, that's nice. Just hold it there a moment and wriggle that tongue of yours into ma foreskin." I couldn't help but notice his accent getting stronger as he got more and more into things. It was kinda cute, he had been trying to put on airs for me before, now he was relaxing and being himself. My tongue found the end of his creased skin and using taste alone I found the opening.

It was his turn to whimper as my tongue pushed into his sheath, it was musky and bitter in there, his flavour in its purest form. I swallowed it hungrily, my tongue found his glans and I swirled it around the tip. A deep rumbling cry from above let me know that was the right thing to do, “ohhhh fuck! Good boy." My tail wagged slightly, I may be a wolf but I definitely had a little dog in me somewhere.

For a few moments, I just sat there, his cock in my mouth, the heat radiating out from it seemed to warm my entire body. While, my tongue glided around over his glans, teasing his meatus and making him gasp and moan. His strong hands were stroking my hair and cheeks, gently showing me how much he was enjoying it. While above me his large stomach moved up and down quickly as he breath grew rapid. “O..ok Son, now start to slide your head back and forth, don't take in too much. Use a paw on ma shaft to stop you going too far and to work the shaft. The other one should be on ma nuts, play with them, but be gentle, a soft squeeze or a tug is good, but don't do it too hard."

That was a lot to take in at once, but then so was the cock my lips were now driving down. I closed my eyes and tried to do as he asked, one paw squeezing around the base of his shaft, stopping me taking more than half into my mouth. The other found his heavy and warm fruits, his fur was soaking with sweat and I longed to press my nose into those orbs and just breathe his scent right from the source. However, this time I was going to show him just how good a boy I could be. I was going to taste man milk, right from the source of this man.

“Oh...oh, that's good," his cries from above me gave me courage, my lips moved faster. My paw gripped and stroked his hot meat more and more. While, the paw on his nuts grew bold, taking as much of his huge sac into my palm as I could I tug down. My reward was a deep gasp and then the feel of his cock pulsing in my mouth, between my lips and the bitter manly taste of a thick heavy shot of precum.

“Yeah, fuck! Do that again, son." He moaned and I snuck a glance up at him, the huge curve of his belly almost blocked out his face, but not quite. I could see his purple eyes looking down, while his lips were twisted into a mask of bliss. I was shocked to see he had one paw on himself, teasing his left nipple, while the other caressed my furry mane. I repeated my actions, this time with my eyes fixed on his. For the first time, I got to see the pleasure I was giving reflected in his eyes, in his features contorted in ecstasy. It was an image far too beautiful to capture on something as cheap as canvass, or film, this could only be captured on my soul, a moment of pure happiness as I pleasured a lover for the first time.

I did as he asked, sucking and tugging and drinking down more of his precum. The cock in my mouth throbbed and I could feel the race of his heartbeat as his veins pulsed out a rhythm on my tongue. I picked up the pace, my mind fixed on the one thought, to bring my lover to the brink of sexual ecstasy, to have him unload his essence (and his balls) on my tongue. However, he had other plans and just as I thought he was about to peak, his hotness was pulled from my lips.

For the first time that night it was me who growled, as I was denied the prize I felt I had earned. My eyes looked up at him, questioning and a little hurt, while I wondered internally 'what did I do wrong?' He gave me an answer after only a second or two, “mmm too good, I don't want to pop yet, Son. Good job though, someday soon I'll let you do it again, only I promise not to pull you off. Now I want you to lay back, get your head on the pillows."

A great swell of pride filled my chest, I had done good. That had been all I had needed, the reassurance that I hadn't done anything wrong. I crawled my way up the bed, it was just a couple of foot, but I made sure to wriggle my ass a little, a confident little swagger in my hips because I had sucked my first cock and I had done it well. Laying on my back I looked at him, Jef had moved around the bed, and had his paw in the nightstand. Shivers of anticipation quivered up and down my spine as he pulled out a large bottle of lube and pumped some into his paw. “Preparation is key, Son. If you want a good night, you got to be prepared, just like in the boy scouts."

He gave me a dirty wink and I blushed, I had been a boy scout as a cub and I knew their motto well. “Now, roll onto your side, son, and face the other wall." I did as he asked, though part of me didn't want to. I wanted to watch him grease that thick black pole, but the rest of me wanted to obey because I needed to feel that girth inside me and the best way to make that happen was to follow my Daddy's orders.

Jef rolled onto the bed behind me, his warm mass pressing up, his stomach somehow fitting perfectly into the natural curve of my spine. Strong arms were around my almost naked form and I was lost in heaven. His warmth and scent surrounded me, I nestled back into it sighing with contentment. Huge paws wandered over my chest and stomach, slowly stroking and I felt myself relaxing in his presence, it was wonderful. All I could do was bask in his warmth and revel in his embrace.

My eyes closed and I just gave myself over to him. I felt my buttocks being squeezed and I moaned deeply. Then I yelped as I felt something slick and cold pressing to my pucker. “Easy son, just relax, and trust your Daddy," Jef whispered into my ear, two large paws stroking my chest and flanks, helping calm me down. While a finger wriggled against my ring and then stopped. A few seconds later I could almost feel myself relaxing, and then I felt him push, there was no pain just an odd sensation as my ring rolled around his finger and it slid inside me.

“There's a good boy," he whispered into my ear. It didn't sound or feel patronising, and it made me feel good. Once more I had shown him I was a good boy. A second finger followed quickly and painlessly. No claws or nails, I could see a manicure set on his bedside table, Jef really did believe in preparation. Something I have learned to appreciate, after one or two adventures with men who didn't take care of their nails. A tear back there ends your fun quickly and sharp nails or claws are always a no go.

His fingers started to move, sliding back and forth, just an inch or so, nice and slow. He was far more gentle that I had been with my toys and I enjoyed the softness of his touch. He made me push back for more, and by doing so he helped set up the pace. Fingers twisted around as they fucked me, widening and preparing my ring, stretching and relaxing it. While his paws attacked my nipples and I cried out as bolts of bliss came from my soft nubs. It was then that I realised, he had two paws on my chest, a glance down confirmed it, he had one foot on my buttock and the other was… well, I suppose the best word that fits would be toeing my ass. Something only very few species are equipt to do.

A soft laugh echoed in my ears as I gasped in shock, his lips were nibbling on my shoulders and he whispered, “one of the advantages of having a Daddy Rilla." As if to show me more and prove why it was such an advantage his other foot moved off my ass and reached around me. My soaking jockstrap was grasped, squeezed around my cock as he gripped my maleness with his foot and stroked. All the while his paws teased my nipples, his teeth nibbled on the nape of my neck and his fingers hooked around inside and for the first time in my life, I felt something brush my prostate.

It was all too much for me and I bucked on instinct as I passed the point of no return. Whimpering and crying out in pleasure as my soaking jockstrap turned into a cummy mess on his foot. His strong arms held me tightly, his foot not stopping milking my aching cock dry. Eventually, I fell back panting hard as he stroked my spent cock. “I'm sorry." I whimpered, I hadn't meant to cum until he was inside me, it was just too many sensations at once.

“Nothing to be sorry for, son," Jef whispered as his foot pulled my soaking wet jockstrap down and off. I could see white lines of my spunk dribbling down onto the bed as he lifted it up and then flicked it across the room, it landed in his open laundry basket.

“But you said to…"

“I said your orgasm would be better if you waited, and I bet waiting this long made that a good orgasm," his voice whispered huskily into my ear and my spent cock began to spring back to life. Toes wriggled inside me once more as he held me tightly and protectively, his lips returned to kissing my neck and I gasped happily. “But not as good as the one you will have when I fuck your balls dry, son." My cock was no longer spent, at those words, it was standing to full attention, like a good soldier ready to serve once more.

His fingers pulled out from inside me and I felt his feet gripping my buttocks pulling them apart. While, his paws grabbed at my front, stroking and caressing me, “ok, Son. No need to be a hero, I'm gonna take it slow, but if it starts to hurt too much you tell me ok. If you can't take it all tonight that's fine, I got toys and plenty of time, we can work on your ass as long as it takes until you can take it all."

I squirmed in his arms, but more from joy than fear. In my room, I had taken toys many times and I was sure I would be able to take all of him on the first try. “I understand, Daddy." He moaned softly at my words and I felt him shudder around me. Then his hips moved, as I felt a huge mass pressing to my ring. For a moment I thought he would just force his way in, I could feel his strength in his arms and I knew if he wanted to he could split me in two with a savage thrust.

However, he just held still, with his cock pressed right to my pucker, his paws stroking my sides and flanks as he let me relax. I took a soft slow deep breath and tried to focus on the feel of his arms around me, the warmth of his bulk surrounding me, the spicy musk of his scent. Then he pushed and I felt myself stretching, his entry wasn't pain-free, but it wasn't painful either. A soft whimper escaped my lips, but he stopped with just the head of his cock inside my ass.

“You ok, Son?" He whispered into my ear softly and I nodded quickly. I was more than ok, I was no longer a virgin. My cherry had been popped, and the pain had just been a flash and it had faded already. I was ready for more, in fact, I needed more. So I told him so, with my hips, pushing back against him, another half inch of cock slipped inside me. “Mmm, I'll take that as a yes." Chuckled the ape, his hips bucking gently, he rocked slowly back and forth. With each rock, he shoved his cock a little further into me.

It seemed to take an age and yet it happened all too fast, he worked me full of this thickness, stuffing every inch into me. Not once did I feel any pain, I started to push back and the deeper he got the stronger he pushed until I felt his huge nuts come to rest on my ass and he stopped thrusting. I lay in his arms held tightly feeling safe and happy. While inside me his huge length throbbed and twitched, it felt so good warm and hard. My chest was aglow with pride, I had taken him all in one go.

“Wow, I must say I'm impressed, Son. Not many first-timers could handle that much cock," he whispered into my ears and then I turned my head to kiss his lips softly. Jef moaned happily and returned the kiss, his tongue was alive in my mouth. A soft leathery palm stroked my cheek, while his hips pulled back just an inch and then thrust forward again. I cried out, feeling his length moving inside me it felt so strange and yet wonderful, I needed more. He thrust again and again, each time slowly and just an inch and yet I could feel his breath in my mouth growing more rapid and I knew he was loving the sensations I was giving him.

Slowly his thrusting grew, using more and more of his cock to thrust into me and with greater force. Each time I pushed back wantonly, desperate to feel him fill me once more. When he pulled back I felt so empty and my body trembled with the need to be filled again. Suddenly he pulled back almost half his length and instead of thrusting in slowly he slammed it in hard and fast. I cried out in passion, feeling a sharp spike of pleasure running up my spine. 2you like that huh, son?" He grunted breaking the kiss. I nodded my head but that wasn't enough for him, “I want to hear you say it."

“Yes, Daddy," I whispered desperately, his hips had stopped moving and my body noticed the absence of movement far more than it should.

“You want me to continue?" Jef's voice rumbled in my ear, pouring in like melted dark chocolate.

“Yes, Daddy!" I replied desperately my voice leaving no doubt that I was speaking in the most profound earnestness.

“Where are your manner, Son?" He asked, his voice purring down as his fingers teased my nipples until they ached to the touch and yet ached more when he stopped touching them. I could hear laughter in his voice and for a moment I was confused and then I remembered what he'd said back in the club.

“Yes please, Daddy," I whispered and when his hips stayed still I added quickly, “please Daddy, I need more." That was all he needed his hips moved like a blur his fat cock stuffing in and out of my well-stretched hole. With each thrust, he hit my prostate with the kind of aim any sniper would be proud of. His paws grasped me desperately tightly as he finally let himself go.

The room filled up with our voices, my cries of bliss and words begging for more and harder. His deep almost feral grunts as he took me, mind, body and soul. He bred me like an animal, his cock pistoning in and out of my hole. Every few thrusts he would pause and then slam in as deep and hard as he could, his huge nuts slapping off my ass. The change in tempo caught me by surprise each time, driving me to heights of pleasure I had never knew existed, but always hoped.

I squealed as his foot grasped my aching cock again and he began to jerk it, in time with the drumming his cock was beating on my sweet nut. I was defenceless, exhausted and utterly at his mercy and he knew it. The ape moaned and gasped in my ears, his feral noises only feeding the fires of my desire. Then I felt myself pass the point of no return, I bit down on the pillow and screamed at the top of my lungs, my entire body convulsed. Fountain's of wolf spunk jetted out of me, landing on the bed and in our fur, white pearls dripping off his leg.

While he roared with delight his thrusting growing desperately fast for a moment as I felt a warmth spreading inside me. The sound of his thrusting getting sloppier by the second, as he fucked a heavy load of man cream right into me. I basked in the afterglow, listening to the sounds of his panting, his arms still holding me tight, my head on his chest, the staccato rhythm of his heartbeat slowing down slowly. I felt safe and protected, surrounded and filled by my large Daddy lover.

We both fell asleep together and he held me all night long. We did wake a little while later and we had some more fun, he drank me and then I drank him. All of it seemed to come so easily, it felt so natural. I was truly happy and in the end, we fell asleep again, in each other's arms. I had never felt so safe, protected and fulfilled.

The next morning I awoke to the smell of bacon frying, a delicious aroma to delight your nose on any morning. I looked around, the bed was empty and I knew where he was. Music was coming from downstairs. It was a song I vaguely recognised, an oldie. Standing up I realised all my clothes were downstairs, but my jock. I glanced into the laundry basket where my jock sat, red cloth covered in cum stains. I decided naked is better than dirty stains, but I took a moment to pick his white jock out and take a few deep whiffs of his manly scent.

Then I headed downstairs, I could see him in the kitchen, also naked, save for an apron, I chuckled at what was printed on the apron 'Try the sausage, it's super tasty' along with an arrow pointing down to his crotch. His back was grey, a true silverback, I had barely noticed last night, mostly because he was always the one behind me. He was dancing and singing along to the song that was playing.

It was so cute and when he caught me, he didn't look embarrassed he just winked and waved at a stool next to the kitchen bench, along with two plates, already half filled. He was still singing, badly but certainly I had to give him points for effort. “It's not time, to make a change. Just sit down, take it slow." He crooned smirking a little as I sat when he sang to take a seat, “You're still young, that's your fault. There's so much you have to go through." He sang as he grabbed a frying pan and flipped a couple of sausages onto the plates, pointing to his apron and winking again as he danced back to the stove.

“Find a girl, settle down. If you want, you can marry. Look at me I'm old, but I'm happy," Jef danced and sang throughout cooking giving me warm feelings and I couldn't help but laugh at him. He took it well laughing along. I felt so comfortable there with him sitting naked.

So I hear you ask 'what makes a daddy a daddy?' Well, it's not the belly, the size or the amazing sex. Though those are fun optional extras. It is the way they make you feel, safe, protected and cared for. He never forced me to do anything I didn't want to, he stepped in to protect me when he thought I needed it and in the end, he just held me and gave me everything I wanted. Of course bad jokes, terrible singing and dancing, they are very Daddy too.

So what happened to Jef? Well, he and I were together for a while, had some fun times and some awkward moments. Introducing him to my parents was supremely awkward. Meeting his son Philip that was also quite awkward. I mean he was my age, but he was gay too so we had a lot in common and I had a lot of fun with him. I still talk to him, but it's not the same without Jef.

Stupid cancer, Jef was so strong for me though. Told me that I would get over it, that in the end, I would move on and that it was ok. He was right, he usually was, and in the end, I went out looking for a new lover and a new Daddy. I will never forget him though, so many dudes just get it wrong, Jef got it one-hundred percent right.

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